Dark Angel: Time Trials Round 3
In the shadows Dark Angel lurked, she was good at lurking and with careful planning and forethought she believed she'd placed herself just where Pete and Lavina would hide from the angry mobsters and the police. The sounds of gunfire and sirens had probably helped as well.
Hanging reassuringly heavy on her shoulder was her satchel, now minus one bottle of chloroform and plus two large bottles of rum runner booze. She briefly wondered if it'd still count since she'd acquired it, good word acquire really, from the police evidence room. Well it'd have to do and if Pete and Lavina had got their hands on booze of their own she'd just have take that as well just to be sure.
For a moment the thought of what the real Holly Vance was doing cross her mind but she ignored it until it went away. The sirens sounded a lot closer now.
"Any moment now..." she muttered as the first mob car tore past the opening of the all