Like ants scattering in all directions in an attempt to get to their hill, the citizens of New York scurried about with their umbrellas trying to find shelter from the rain. Only one woman seemed unbothered by the numerous wet drops, instead walking the sidewalks with only a light jacket to protect her shirt. She avoided any puddles she could, but many an occasion would an unsuspecting pedestrian splash water on her, soaking her jeans and drenching her socks. Still, she was unconcerned and continued her slow amble to nowhere.

Cars honked and drivers shouted as they tried to get through, pedestrians muttered and complained the relentless rain, all becoming a numbing silence. A loud jingle broke the monotone of the city, alerting the woman of an incoming text on her phone. Her hands already buried in her pockets, she pulled out the Blackberry, despite the harmful rain, and read the message.

“Excellent job, Foxx. Your next assignment will be emailed to you momentarily.”

Foxx nodded, her hair flipping to her face. She tucked the phone back in her pocket, then swept the loose hair behind her hair before proceeding with her walk.

The rain brought gloom to the city, however she found the rain quite calming. It had a methodic pulse that drowned away any doubts and worries. A relaxing change from the busy life of humans.

Abrupt shouting and the sound of feet pounding in a mad dash took Foxx out of her peaceful trance. She turned swiftly to, only to see a young teenage boy crashed into her. Without losing her footing, she pushed him off of her.

The boy shook his head, flicking drops of water on her; however she ignored the droplets and glared at the youth. His warm hazel eyes burned into hers, and he returned the glare past his skater style hair. “Yo, woman, watch where you walkin’.”

“I could say the same,” she muttered softly and stepped to the side, allowing the boy to pass. When she shifted, Foxx felt a familiar weight be lifted from her hip and glanced down to see the kid had run away with her handgun. She took no time to bolt after him.

“Stop him! Stop that kid!” Foxx heard the policemen shout.

“Trust me, I will,” she murmured between breaths as she chased the youth, pushing innocent bystanders to the side and occasionally knocking them down. She ignored their cursing and carried on, keeping her sight on the boy.

The boy dashed across the street and Foxx couldn’t help admiring his audacity to brave the streets of New York on a rainy day. She continued her pursuit, causing cars to come to a grinding halt. She avoided the sliding cars, jumped on and off the hoods of others, and paid no heed to the furious drivers who shook their fists at her. When on the other side she noted the teen’s nervous glance backwards and her eyes widened with satisfaction at his wrong turn into an alley. Giving him no time to double back, she cornered him in.

Foxx made an effort to steady her breathing and succeeded, whilst the boy struggled panting. She took confident steps forward, forcing him backwards until he was against the wall. No other option available to him, he pointed the stolen handgun at Foxx. It was meant to scare her, but her only response was to raise an eyebrow.

“Get back, bitch. I’ll shoot,” he bluffed.

Foxx snorted and feigned a rush. The boy jumped back, slipped, and fell backwards, tossing the gun in the air. She easily caught it, used her thumb to cock it, and pointed it at him. “Darling, before you can shoot, you must cock it,” she replied smugly.

With the barrel pointed at his face, the teen nearly broke into tears and pleaded, “P-please don’t shoot miss. I won’t steal ‘gain, I swear.”

An explosion filled the silence of the alleyway, followed by a strangled sob. Foxx lowered the smoking gun and narrowed her eyes slightly in examination. “You’re lucky I let you live, punk. This time it was a near miss. There won’t be a next time. Now go.”

In a desperate attempt to flee, the youth scrambled to get up, slipping and sliding due to the wet ground. At last he dashed away, grumbling, “Bitch be crazy.”

Foxx watched him go for a moment, until she heard her phone go off again. She placed the handgun back in the holster, and brought out the Blackberry again. The lack of appearing droplets on the screen made her realize the rain had ceased, which upset her slightly. Deciding not to let it get to her, Foxx opened the new message on the screen, scanning and memorizing the email before promptly deleting it and exiting the alley way in the direction of her home.