Jenna slipped silently from her hiding spot. She stalked
down the alley, making no more noise than her silhouette did as it glided along
the grimy wall. The man she was pursuing stumbled to and fro, like beer
sloshing in a drunkard’s mug. He staggered against a wall, swearing when he
stepped in a pile of unknown composition. Jenna held her knife ready as she
closed the distance. The man thrust himself away from the wall and took a few
more stumbling steps. He didn’t understand the bright burst of pain the
plunging dagger produced, and died confused and gurgling.
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