[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

The air was thick with the scent of body odor which only a patron of the streets could produce. That coupled with the scent of soaked trash and human waste, it was damned near impossible not to wretch while sneaking in quick breaths of air. 
 
 Holding my handkerchief to my nostrils I fought back the smell; I had my sights set on a target and had no intention of letting him slip by. The usual crowd that some might label as my `` prey'' are the typical stumbling drunks and bums that can barely hold onto their drink let alone their valuables. This man was different, much different. He wore a long black coat the fell just behind his knees revealing the fine cashmere blend his pants were composed of. Big money that's for sure. 
 
 The man also sported large framed sun glasses with pitch black lenses to protect the eyes from those curious enough, all this framed eloquently with a sizable black beard spreading ear to ear topped off with a simple round brimmed cap. 
 
 The first rule of stalking is to be inconspicuous. I kept pace with the man keeping his flowing coat tails in my peripherals whilst dodging dips and holes in the ground. This area of town could definitely use some of those tax dollars we always ramble on about. 
 
 The anticipation was killing me, I had never come across someone in my own turf of such a wealthy appearance. It almost seemed too easy. A man who presented his wealth in such a manner might as well have signed a cheque to the first man to approach him in this part of town. 
 Caught in my day dreaming the man quickly rounded a corner passing under a fizzling street lamp struggling for it's last flickering breaths. `` god damn it!'' muttering to my self I had broken the second rule, always keep your eyes on the target. An amateur mistake thinking of the prize before it's even available. Breaking into a light jog I made my way to the corner pressing against it before sneaking a peak. `` I know you have been following me and I advise you cease doing so immediately'' A strangely deep voice reverberated. `` Holy shit!'' I gasped jumping back sucking down the foul air followed by that awful dry heave that comes with it. The man took this opportunity to continue on his way vanishing around a near by alley way. 
 
 A gruff laughter came from a near by gutter `` hoo hoo he got you good you dirty snake.'' Regaining my composure I gazed up at a street urchin laying on his pile of filth chuckling with glee. `` Coming from the likes of you!'' bellowing as I kicked a near by bottle at the ruffian. `` Goooh!'' the man cried in pain as the bottle connected with his unwashed nest of hair. 
 I was n't going to be stopped so easily, if anything that embarrassment was going to be my motivation now. I am a professional! The snake that rules above the vile rats of the street. No more time could be wasted, no more games could be played. Track the man down and take him for what he is worth. 
 
 Now sprinting off down the system of dingy alleys I headed to my vantage point. The entry was concealed behind a dumpster, in thought it appears to be an awful way to hide but since garbage collection gave up on this part of town a long ways back it was rarely disturbed. Shoving it aside the opening was now clear. 
 
 Stepping inside the stench of the outdoors finally lifted only to be replaced by that of must and mildew. Striking a match I pawed about the walls stepping in inch deep puddles searching for my stashed flashlight. Finally grasping it through the darkness I brushed aside the webs and let the warm glow bloom throughout the disheveled structure. The wooden framing was rampant with rot, thankfully the stonework held true while also providing a sturdy foothold to climb to the perch. Placing the flashlight between my teeth for a moment before quickly sputtering over the foul taste of rust and god knows what. I began to climb towards the faint opening of light at the top of this narrow structure. Upon climbing I pondered who was this man and where did he even come from? Why was he even here in the first place? The only thing I knew was that he had to have something valuable. Finally reaching the top I carefully gripped the soggy wooden beam at the top hoisting myself onto the shaky perch. 
 
 The view of the area was strangely captivating. I always take a moment to breath in the fresh air that escapes the filth below. The town was sprawled out into interlocking streets and alley ways that gave it the appearance of a massive, grey, soaking wet maze. It never seemed to stop raining. I knew with patience my target would slip into my sights once more. A true snake always knew his den inside and out. 
 
 The nature of the mans appearance only assured that I would find him. No other man in this area could be mistaken for those characteristics. Reflecting to when I made my first approach I realized just how large the man actually was, his arms filled out the jacket sleeves and he stood at least half a foot taller than myself, I had better be careful if I want to avoid any physical altercations. Sure enough the burly man rounded a street corner walking at a much brisker pace than before. 
 
 `` Strange... he seems to be heading straight for the run down glue factory'' I pondered to myself. Why would a man like him have any business there. It mattered not, I gathered my things and set out. I will have my prize!... whatever it may be. 
 
 Like any good thief I approached the factory not from the front doors but the basement window. sliding in through the hard frame slithering gracefully to the ground I gained my footing. Just as any other part of this town the basement reeked of molds but also strangely enough an unfamiliar odor of fresh wood chips clung to the room. 
 
 Feeling my way through the basement only using the light that dimly shone from outside as my guide I hunted for my prey tasting the air for any sign of him. With what lighting I had it was already strenuous to see but the deeper I traveled the thicker the dust of the cellar grew. Drawing out my handkerchief once more I covered my mouth to stifle any coughs that might slip out. There was a definite unease growing in the back of my mind, it seemed far too quiet, not that I was expecting a marching band on arrival but that silence that is so strong it's almost tugging on your instincts, screaming at you to turn and run as far away as you can. Greed is a powerful motivator that's for sure. Just as the thick of the dust was becoming to strong to bear I spotted a man laying down atop a large pile of wood shavings. Could it be?! he is just laying there defenseless?! For moment I stood completely still. Taking a moment to compose myself as I had earlier, I realized he is just some other dunderhead why was I even experiencing such a fear. Take the loot and leave that simple. Holding those thoughts close, my resolve still wavered as I reached out for his pockets. My hands trembled oh so gently. My hand found it's way in grasping what felt to be a wallet and fairly heavy pocket watch. The fear washed away as I lifted the goods from the still body. Almost cheering upon the realization that the watch was made from a gold alloy, I contained myself. This would make me a small fortune! 
 
 Still standing a few feet back I had almost forgotten about the wallet still gripped in my hand. Prying it open only to see the contents of it had been emptied except for a small piece of folded paper. Slipping it out the delicate paper I gently unfolded it. The paper had a blood red mongoose painted at it's center with the text below reading. `` You're not the only hunter in these nests.'' Snapping my gaze upwards to face the now upright man, gun barrel directly pointed in my face. There was n't even time to scream. 
 
 
 
 
 edit: little late to the party I know but if there's any helpful criticism fire away!
