Samantha Riley kept her head down as she continued down the street. Something in her gut didn't feel right. Usually after a job, she was riding a high and had to fight to keep the smile off of her face. But this time she felt herself looking over her shoulder at every possible second. Maybe it was because the walk to the subway was longer than at her other jobs. Maybe it was because she saw that random guy hiding in the hallway. Maybe she was just becoming a paranoid person. Whatever the case was she felt like she had swallowed a brick. 

As she climbed down the stairs, she nervously adjusted the strap on the duffel bag. Suddenly it felt like it weighed a ton. Her green eyes noticed someone lingering at the bottom of the stairs. Why wait at the bottom of the stairs? Not quite in the subway and a split second from being run over by someone in a rush? It seemed as though Sam's instincts were right. There was some sort of sting waiting for her and she had no option other than to walk right into it. The question was whether or not she could walk out.

She forced herself to start taking deep and ragged breaths. Her eyes started to water, and she slowed her steps. She began to look over her shoulder in an exaggerated fashion. "Oh my god, oh my god." She whispered under her breath. She walked past the man lingering on the corner and headed to the transit employee sitting in the booth. By now, tears were streaming down her face, her makeup was ruined, and her throat was constricted from the panic she self-inflicted. "Ma'am is there an officer down here? Please, it's an emergency." She hiccuped.

A man in a red blazer, the some one who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, approached her. Just with the way he walked, she could tell he was a cop. He didn't admit to it, but he acted concerned on her behalf. Sam clung to him in desperation and ripped the duffel bag off of her shoulder. "There was a guy in the bank! He was robbing them! I thought I hid well enough, but as he was leaving he shoved a gun in my face and gave me the bag. Told me to go straight to the subway with it or he would kill me. I wouldn't have done it, but he grabbed my wallet. I was worried that he would come find me where I live." She started to sob hysterically.

That's what snapped the officer into his normal role as captain. In a few moments she was surrounded by a group of civilians, or rather cops dressed as civilians, and all of her hard earned cash was taken away. One of the officers walked her over to the side to interview her. She stuck to her story. Some big scary man with a ski mask and a gun gave her the bag, then ran off in the other direction. She was terrified for her life and had no choice but to obey his demands. It was all so very, very scary. When the officer asked for contact information she gave a fake name and number. 

She wiped the tears from her face, further smearing her makeup. "Can I please go? I really just want to be somewhere safe right now." All of the officers were really sweet and ushered her onto the subway. As the train finally took off, she glared at her bag of money being searched. What the fuck had just happened? That money could have kept her comfortable for a year, but now it was all police evidence. 

Samantha had a lot to think about. If the cops were waiting for her, she obviously had left too many clues at her previous hits. It might be time to lay low or get out of town. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Or she just had to come up with a better plan.