Are you sure about this sis? I don't like the thought about you doing this unarmed.
The girl sat with one leg crossed atop the other. She applied a bit of powder in order to mask her skin tone and ethnicity entirely, making the girl paler and more ghostly. The mask went on after. This was followed by the rest of her suit. A few of the Type I Ballistic plates, about enough to protect from a few handgun rounds were applied as per usual. But the girl wasn't too heavily armored. Today she had forsaken the gun holsters and kept the utility belt. And there was a small modicum of unease from that.
With Guns, she was the Grim Reaper. Without weapons? She was...just a little girl.
A fast one.
Big Brother did not approve. It was quite the risk to take. But she was determined to do it. So if she was going to do it, then she'd do it right. There were several escape routes she'd mapped throughout the day. Numerous unorthodox paths that denied police the ability to follow her. So if push came to shove, she would run.
Are you ready?
He asked her. And she nodded. She felt him, take her hand and give it a squeeze. And then she looked up. He was there. For all intents and purposes, her deceased brother was her twin. He had her olive colored skin, darkly colored hair and her blue eyes. He was of Russian descent, as she was. It was an easy image for her to fabricate. He looked like a male version her. But she remembered him as dirty looking. His clothes were tattered shorts, a T-Shirt and beat up sneakers. Because he never made it with her. So she couldn't really imagine him differently.
He backed up. And started to run. And she ran after.
The he ran up a wall, ascending some twelve feet to grasp a pipe, and she imitated this motion. She felt her tiny yet incredibly strong fingers hold up her entire body. Before she scaled the pipe as though it were a tree. The souls of her shoes gripping into the concrete. And then she was running again. Taking no pause as she ran the route, jumping rooftop to rooftop. Her body carefully balanced, as she ran across wire to wire. The people who went about their lives overall none the wiser as she made her way to the not too far off Sanderson resident.
Looking down, a singular car drove by. A person too. Then with a jump, she left the building, falling down some three stories as she broke her otherwise leg break fall with a skilfull roll. She watch the proceeded to run across the street and hopped the fence into a random persons yard.
RUFF RUFF RUFF, Barking, accompanied by the jingling of a collar. A small dog ran after her. Only for it's body to fly forward with it's head remaining in place with a whimper, the small animal kept in place by a chain. "Sorry doggy!" Spoken as she hops the fence into the next yard. And from there it's a sprint. Sacha was careful not stop in any gardens or knock over any gnomes. She also steered clear of a bunch of people having loud party and slamming down some beers. Until finally, she was to ascend the rooftop of a two story home from a well planned out vantage point.
One from which she could watch the Sanderson residence.
She laid prone, her black cape draping over her bright purple uniform and allowing it to blend in with the night.
From her utility belt, she pulls a small plastic vile of chloroform. Unlike with the movies, the use of the substance wouldn't be so violent as holding a napkin up to somebody's face and expecting them to pass out in seconds. Nothing so dramatic. Instead, she could just sprinkle it on her pillow as she slept. She looks to her left. And her brother is laying there. Looking around. As his gaze wanders over, to her, he looks at her. And says nothing. He just looks back at Kelly.
Well she's still here.
She remembers watching Mister Daemon leaving. He looked mad. He walked in and told them all what they needed to do. Asked to speak with the parents. And of course dismissed Kelly's attempt at being mature. The parent argument. Of course. Kelly didn't have a right to choose what she wanted to do.
Sacha looked at the bottle of chloroform again. And sighed. Before put it away. Kelly left the room for some reason. And that was her reason to survive.
She's a nice girl.
She dropped down to window sill and then let go for a soft landing on the grass. Her body moved with a lack of weight to it. Quietly, she unlocked the door to their house with a forged copy she picked up one time on the way to her job.
The door opens nearly noiselessly. Too far away for most people to pick up on it. Study of their habits made it easy for her to map what they were doing. To be in the right place at the right time. In this instance it was to quietly walk up the staircase and appear in her room. She looked at Kelly's pillow.
And she sighed.
The instant Kelly walks back into the room, the door quietly shuts. And Lethe would appear from behind it and rather gently place her hand over Kelly's mouth. And then hope that she didn't scream.
"Sssssshhhhhhhhh" She said, pushing her finger against his lips.
After a few moments, she would let go. And back away to the other side of the room with her hands hands behind behind her back.
"Do you...know who I am?"