With a grunt, David lifted his phone up to his face, the light dimming quickly as the camera sensed the darkness, leading to only slight illumination throughout the car. It was three minutes past two. In the morning. Pitch black outside, aside from a few street lights further up the road. There wasn't a tired bone in his body, he was beyond used to this scenario. Whether that was a good or bad thing was something David didn't really care for, it was his life. But that didn't mean he didn't prefer to instead head home and dive into a microwave meal, then get some much needed rest before the next day or night of work, depending on what came up. But then again, this might be the night. The night he finally got that woman and sent her ass behind bars. That was really the only thing that was keeping him rooted in that spot, watching a store he had no interest in. So, he persisted, irritated and tired as he may be.
	It wasn't all that bad of a job, he was always active. David was armed, ready to fire at a moment's notice, but only to cripple. He had no intention to kill, it wasn't part of the job. What was part of the job at this point was coming close yet not close enough. Failure was quite the slap in the face time and time again, and it stung a bit every time. But he had taken pride in the fact that he was always the closest one to catch her. Nobody knew her patterns and techniques as well as he did. She was fast, agile, and strong, but not defensive. She focused on dodging and striking. Knowing her techniques was fine, but actually landing a hit on her was another story entirely, one he didn't know if he'd ever get a chance to be a part of. He was hopeful, but hopeful and successful were completely different.
	It may have been only five minutes, ten minutes, or twelve minutes. David wasn't paying attention to the time. But there was movement on the side of the store. The figure was quick, making every step and every action count, perfected from years of constant work. Judging by the shape and skill, David knew it was her. Raina Devaux, the nationally renowned (and wanted) thief. He was right. Now it was game time.