Roxy twirled one of her throwing knives while she waited for the null to appear. She hated stake outs. Waiting was so boring. Maybe she should have picked a different target. Finally her target appeared. Roxy casually leaned against the motorcycle repair shop door, if any of the normals were questions were questioned she would be too far way to be of any interest. Roxy waited until the null was lined up with her throwing knife before letting it less. She it the target exactly in the heart where she was aiming. Now Roxy just had to figure out to recover her throwing knife. Well at least going to the police station would give her something interesting to do in between assignments.