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[DASH=green]View attachment 10601 She sat in her dark apartment.. staring blankly through her window; her mind whirling with thoughts on how to pull off her biggest crime. The van was going to be at the border next week. The buyer will be ready the next day.. now it is a waiting game.. my plan is flawless this far. Of course it wasn't. At any moment someone could rat her out; there could be a mole in her operation. That has happened once before, but she has began screening everyone who comes into her 'business'... okay well maybe she wasn't the one screening people. It was a man who goes under the name 'Len' or sometimes 'Val' if the previous man had gone to jail.. or worse.
Valencia Scott.. an organized crime leader that is wanted, but isn't known.. or is she? This woman was 25 and walking a lifestyle that most shouldn't. Often, she wonder how she ended up here.. in a life that could lead to her death; she has been lucky not to be dead yet, but that was probably because she hides behind people.. mainly guys. Valencia was a name she hated.. what could she do? Instead of going by her name she would make men take her name, breaking up into 'Len' and 'Val'; she went by Val.
Biting the inside of her lip, she stands up and runs her fingers through her hair with a deep sigh. She had pulled off many things.. why was this any different? Val begins to pace her living room. The plan was still going through her head.. over and over.. every detail.. down to the color of the van. Why did it matter? It just did. "I can't be in the house," Val said quickly.
After grabbing her simple black purse and slipping on her grey suede boots and heading out. Maybe she would go get a cup of coffee or something.. it was 2 in the afternoon.. a cup of coffee shouldn't keep her awake tonight if she drank it now. Once outside she glanced around, noting who was around her. There were only normal looking people.. what caught her attention was someone across the street talking to no one.. maybe the man had a headset on or something... definitely a man she would have to keep an eye on to see if she sees him again. Until then.. she was going to walk casually to the cafe. [/DASH]
Valencia Scott.. an organized crime leader that is wanted, but isn't known.. or is she? This woman was 25 and walking a lifestyle that most shouldn't. Often, she wonder how she ended up here.. in a life that could lead to her death; she has been lucky not to be dead yet, but that was probably because she hides behind people.. mainly guys. Valencia was a name she hated.. what could she do? Instead of going by her name she would make men take her name, breaking up into 'Len' and 'Val'; she went by Val.
Biting the inside of her lip, she stands up and runs her fingers through her hair with a deep sigh. She had pulled off many things.. why was this any different? Val begins to pace her living room. The plan was still going through her head.. over and over.. every detail.. down to the color of the van. Why did it matter? It just did. "I can't be in the house," Val said quickly.
After grabbing her simple black purse and slipping on her grey suede boots and heading out. Maybe she would go get a cup of coffee or something.. it was 2 in the afternoon.. a cup of coffee shouldn't keep her awake tonight if she drank it now. Once outside she glanced around, noting who was around her. There were only normal looking people.. what caught her attention was someone across the street talking to no one.. maybe the man had a headset on or something... definitely a man she would have to keep an eye on to see if she sees him again. Until then.. she was going to walk casually to the cafe. [/DASH]