The cop was the kind of guy Jack would have probably taken home if she’d met him in the bar, hardly fitting with the stereotype of American cops the world over. It was a pity, such a waste of a good body, but she needed to start things off somehow. He’d walked off to join his partner, they were inspecting the front of a store, the windows crazed with cracks and smoke still leaking from an empty storefront window frame. She smiled ruefully as she clamped the small bundle under the rear wheel-arch. It was flat, and dark enough that it would not be noticed, not without someone else sticking their fingers in beside the wheel.

Knowing it was secure, she stood and strolled away, her movements had taken only a few moments, and no-one had seen it happen. She was good at that sort of thing, she had to be after all. Everything else was ready, and she picked up the bag from the alley she’d left it in. It was big, an 80l hiking rucksack, but it had everything she’d need in it. Of course she’d have preferred to have a little more firepower, but this was the city’s central Police Station, no doubt there would be some kind of armoury there. She might have to pay it a visit on the way out.

She flipped open her phone, a cheap, anonymous burn phone was worth more to her than any smart phone might be, and scrolled through the messages. She opened the group message from Anonymous, she’d only received it a few hours ago, but that was enough time to make all the preparations she had needed to.

[i]I’m already on it, if you want in you’d better be there in an hour.[/i]