SS19

A figure stood in an alley opposite the dimly-lit window and stooped low. With a hoodie drawn up and a makeshift handkerchief tied about his mouth, he stooped down to pick up a large brick discarded next to an overflowing trash can. A brief glance back to the window served to judge the distance required to put it straight through the frosted coffee cup sign.

With a quick toss and catch to test the weight, the figure reared back with one hand and threw with all his might.

Nothing happened.

No crashing window, no alarm, no brick hurtling through the air. It was nowhere to be seen. The figure stared down at their hand in confusion, before they turned to see if they'd somehow dropped it and not realised.

A brick struck him in the face, dropping him instead.

Neo tossed it up and down in her hand, before letting it fall and crack down onto the tarmac. She'd have liked to drop it on his skull, perhaps fatally, but had better things in mind.