He was almost there. Wiping off the sweat from his brow, he inched closer through the undergrowth, twigs catching at his hair and his elbows sinking in the dirt. He had to be careful moving like this, in case his target saw him. Not a sound could be made, not the crumpling of a leaf or the frustrated curse of damnation, nothing that would alert the target to his presence. It was a formidable opponent; the pursuit had taken almost more than an hour. He was used to achieving his objectives much more quickly than this. Overhead he could hear the sounds of foot steps, and he froze, and he could sense the target was getting uneasy. If he didn't hurry, he would have lost her again.

He inched forwards evermore slowly until the footsteps ceased, he could see the black hair of his prey now! Adjusting his body and looking at his surroundings, he arched his back, alerting the target. Without wasting any time, he stung out of hiding, arms open wide, tackling his opponent and locking her legs. Grabbing her by the back of the neck and avoiding scratches, he stood up, the need for silence no longer necessary. The screaming and yowling rung loudly off the walls of buildings, but he didn't care. It was done.

"Oh, Alex! You found her!" came a relieved cry from the porch. Alex walked up the creaking wooden steps, handing off the small black and white kitten to it's elderly owner. He then forced a smile, looking cordial.
"Oh, it was no trouble, Mrs. Macarthy." he replied, pulling a throne out of his palm without a wince. "She might be a little dirty, I found her behind your neighbor's beach rose bushes." 
The gray-haired matron shook her head and tutted disapprovingly at her feline.
"Now Maizy, what has mommy told you about running off like that? I'm so sorry for asking your help, Alex. Honestly, this is the third time this week she's escaped! Oh! I almost forgot, Alex, wait here, I'll go get your reward."
"Oh, Mrs. Macarthy, you don't-" he began, but was cut off.
"Now now, I have to give you something for being such a dear boy." she repeated, taking her kitten inside and closing the screen door.

Catching a glimpse of himself in the window, he grimaced. Well now, didn't he look like a sight to see? He still had leaves in his hair, and hands and elbows were covered in first, and his glasses had a spiderweb stuck to them. He sighed and brushed himself off as best he could, looking much neater without having a garden supply store on him.
After cleaning his shaded glasses, he quickly put them back on before Mrs. Macarthy came out. Smiling pleasantly, the woman handed him a ten dollar bill, which he graciously accepted. Checking his watch, he groaned internally. It was almost second period by now. Blurting out several goodbyes, he rushed off the porch and down to the bus stop, just barely making the bus. Sitting down near the front, he was tempted to smoke- the sights and sounds of the bus were almost overwhelming him. Smoking helped dull his otherwise too-sharp senses. Stopped him from going completely nuts in a bustling city like New York. He could probably light one in the bathroom, assuming he was quick. He didn't want to become a truant and attract attention.