As she watched Taris from across the way, she wished she knew exactly what he was planning to do. She felt a bit uneasy with not having a fully established plan. When she was by herself, she usually just scoped out a reasonably safe pick, but as a team - she was unsure. The potential was massive, and there was a good possibility they would eat well tonight. She thought of the blood coming back to Bae's cheeks, and prayed -- to know God in particular -- that this would, just please, work.
Suddenly Taris was on the move. He walked casually to a stall near the cheese one. good thought, she mused, now he would seem to be simply browsing. Obviously the petty jewelry stand he was peering at wasn't of much use to them. It took a few moments until he casually slid up next to the cheese stall, and she did not agree to his nod at her. Don't make any reason for suspicion, she though angrily.
Taris went immediately to the guard at the stall, Sparrow felt her heart seize in her chest, adrenaline began pumping as her nervousness broke through. She tensted, one hand grasping her empty stachel, ready to run to the stand, holding it up so it did not get in the way of her movement.
She saw what looked like Taris yelling something at the guard. But she was too far at this point in the busy market to hear.It didn't matter to her anyway, as long as it was successful in distracting him.
After a few long moments the merchant stepped into the argument. This was her chance, with one quick breath, she snuck, as quietly as she could to the back of the stand, relatively slowly, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. She did not know how long she had, but it could only be a second.
As she approached the cart she stopped paying any attention to the the guard or merchant or even Taris. Her focus was not solely on the food before her and stuffing as much of it into her sack as humanly possible. If anyone was alerted of her presence she was sure she would hear a yell, and that would be her cue to run.
She had hoped it was a flat topped cart, then she could simply take her arm and slide it across the stall, dropping everything into her sack and massive amounts. Unfortunately it appears to have a raised edge to it, which meant she needed to use her hand to pick things up and place them in her sack. This would take much longer, and she scowled.
Quickly, while also still attempting to be somewhat quiet, thankful the market was somewhat loud. she grabbed a handful of cheese wedges, and stuffed them into her satchel, with her other hand holding it open and ready to receive. She went for eggs as well, anything her hand touched first went in. She wanted to be careful with the eggs, and while she wasn't throwing them in, she knew it was a possibility that some might break and be wasted. She was sorry for that, no one would get a use out of them then.
Her hand touched a cheese block, and she raised it, about to take it when she heard a yell. Her head snapped up at speed and she locked eyes with the guard who was staring right at her, a scary face plastered on. Petch, she thought, and dropped the block, turning to run before Taris had the chance to spit out his warning.
She thought it was stupid for him to align himself with her. It was possible he could have simply walked away from that incident, and no one would have connected the dots. Well, it was his funeral then, if they we caught.
She didn't know about Taris, but she knew about herself, Adriana was well versed on the layout of the city, especially this section of it. She knew the best hiding places and the quickest turns, she was not too worried about outrunning the man.
She was worried about Taris following her. While on the surface it was fine, but if he lagged and gave away her movements at all, they both could be screwed. He had caught up to her just then, but she did not hear what he yelled at her, her mind was solely on survival.
As she ran she took as many turns as possible, hoping to lose him in a maze. Then, she took a deeper look at her location, thought for a moment, slowing just a tiny bit, then speed back up, her breath ragged in her lungs. She would have to stop soon before she passed out. She did not eat enough to merit this kind of exercise. Thankfully she knew a dead end nearby, one that looked empty if looked down, but she knew at the very end there was a narrow indent, an alley that she could slip through an doubt the other side of the long length of building. Only someone who knew the streets like she did would know of this, and she prayed the guard did not.
She figured if he was following one of them, it would be her, as she had all the merchandise. She never looked back, though, she just kept running. Soon she hit the dead end, and slipping into the alley, slowing her speed and praying she was safe.
Suddenly Taris was on the move. He walked casually to a stall near the cheese one. good thought, she mused, now he would seem to be simply browsing. Obviously the petty jewelry stand he was peering at wasn't of much use to them. It took a few moments until he casually slid up next to the cheese stall, and she did not agree to his nod at her. Don't make any reason for suspicion, she though angrily.
Taris went immediately to the guard at the stall, Sparrow felt her heart seize in her chest, adrenaline began pumping as her nervousness broke through. She tensted, one hand grasping her empty stachel, ready to run to the stand, holding it up so it did not get in the way of her movement.
She saw what looked like Taris yelling something at the guard. But she was too far at this point in the busy market to hear.It didn't matter to her anyway, as long as it was successful in distracting him.
After a few long moments the merchant stepped into the argument. This was her chance, with one quick breath, she snuck, as quietly as she could to the back of the stand, relatively slowly, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. She did not know how long she had, but it could only be a second.
As she approached the cart she stopped paying any attention to the the guard or merchant or even Taris. Her focus was not solely on the food before her and stuffing as much of it into her sack as humanly possible. If anyone was alerted of her presence she was sure she would hear a yell, and that would be her cue to run.
She had hoped it was a flat topped cart, then she could simply take her arm and slide it across the stall, dropping everything into her sack and massive amounts. Unfortunately it appears to have a raised edge to it, which meant she needed to use her hand to pick things up and place them in her sack. This would take much longer, and she scowled.
Quickly, while also still attempting to be somewhat quiet, thankful the market was somewhat loud. she grabbed a handful of cheese wedges, and stuffed them into her satchel, with her other hand holding it open and ready to receive. She went for eggs as well, anything her hand touched first went in. She wanted to be careful with the eggs, and while she wasn't throwing them in, she knew it was a possibility that some might break and be wasted. She was sorry for that, no one would get a use out of them then.
Her hand touched a cheese block, and she raised it, about to take it when she heard a yell. Her head snapped up at speed and she locked eyes with the guard who was staring right at her, a scary face plastered on. Petch, she thought, and dropped the block, turning to run before Taris had the chance to spit out his warning.
She thought it was stupid for him to align himself with her. It was possible he could have simply walked away from that incident, and no one would have connected the dots. Well, it was his funeral then, if they we caught.
She didn't know about Taris, but she knew about herself, Adriana was well versed on the layout of the city, especially this section of it. She knew the best hiding places and the quickest turns, she was not too worried about outrunning the man.
She was worried about Taris following her. While on the surface it was fine, but if he lagged and gave away her movements at all, they both could be screwed. He had caught up to her just then, but she did not hear what he yelled at her, her mind was solely on survival.
As she ran she took as many turns as possible, hoping to lose him in a maze. Then, she took a deeper look at her location, thought for a moment, slowing just a tiny bit, then speed back up, her breath ragged in her lungs. She would have to stop soon before she passed out. She did not eat enough to merit this kind of exercise. Thankfully she knew a dead end nearby, one that looked empty if looked down, but she knew at the very end there was a narrow indent, an alley that she could slip through an doubt the other side of the long length of building. Only someone who knew the streets like she did would know of this, and she prayed the guard did not.
She figured if he was following one of them, it would be her, as she had all the merchandise. She never looked back, though, she just kept running. Soon she hit the dead end, and slipping into the alley, slowing her speed and praying she was safe.