Autumn stalked her prey. she sniffed the air, he had a gun on him, she could smell the powder. She lept forward silently, her padded feet struck the ground with an inaudible *pat*. in the back of her mind, she was thanking the scientists who gave her these modifications. as she stared down at the man walking down the alleyway her fur-covered ears twitched, someone approached. Autumn ducked a little bit lower. she could see them clearly, the thicker man was the one she was after. there was a skinny man, smoking something, probably tobacco, she didn't bother to decipher the smell. she watched them converse, then she saw the thicker, more well-dressed man hand the skinny man a briefcase. she growled and lept down, her digitigrade legs landing her between them. "Time's up Bruce," she said and landed a punch square in the skinny man's diaphragm, she picked up the briefcase and looked the posh businessman in the eye. "You said you'd pay up, and here you are, giving my money to this douche," Autumn ordered. she was in no mood to play word games, maybe toy with her food a little bit. Bruce paled and the skinny man ran, clenching his belly where Autumn had struck it. "Listen, lady, I don't know what you're talkin' about. I have your patent, right there!" he said, clearly looking for a way out. Bruce had a thick new-york accent. in his panic, Bruce pulled the gun he was carrying but Autumn caught his hand, took the microwave pistol, and threw it over her shoulder. "you know what happens next." she said smiling under her mask, the two black openings staring into his soul. with a loud grunt, she snapped the man's neck. Satisfied with her work she walked back home. she looked up through the glass, past the sun, and at the other side of ring 7. She chuckled to herself at the thought, Humanity had been too lazy to build a full Dyson Sphere, so they built rings instead. Laziness and cutting corners had always been a problem for her race.
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