[b]Finch[/b]

As it turned out, being a high class criminal involved a surprising amount of waiting. Waiting for information, waiting for people to get back to you on deals, waiting for the heat from law enforcement to go away, and waiting for the opportunity for a heist to come along. Which meant that it could be a lot boring at times, at least for people like him.

Which meant that while he was engaged in waiting, he had plenty of time to work on other stuff. H'd arranged for some information to be delivered, and now he was hoping that they would get back to him fairly quickly. Until then he was going to take it easy, relax a bit, maybe run some errands. Even criminals had to live after all.

Right now he was downtown, looking to enjoy himself a bit. He wasn't exactly dressed like a criminal at this point, with a bit of stubble and wearing some casual clothes instead of a trench coat and other such stylish apparel. He couldn't go around looking like a criminal after all.

The question remained of what to do. His legs carried him down the street as he looked around, eyeing the street vendors and the people going about their daily lives. He did his best to keep from getting distracted by philosophical musings, instead watching life as it went on around him. H didn't have much else to do at the moment besides heeding his own interests. 

He was passing by a store when he stopped and turned to enter it. It was a bookstore, one of those older places that had a bunch of physical copies. Though if there was a coffee shop and the like he didn't see it. But there were shelves of books of all kinds and genres.Finch walked slowly amidst them all, checking the occasional interesting title that popped out to him. He wasn't sure if he'd buy something, but he could think of worse ways to spend a day.