(A/N Disclaimer: extremely mild cursing)

Hmm, who to loot next... I think to myself from my position under the giant oak tree as I scope out the surrounding area. 

A soft breeze blows, causing my short, white hair to whip across my face and distract me from my scoping. Seconds later, a gust of wind forces a shiver down my spine. I pull my sweater tighter around my body and inwardly curse the weatherman.

Why is it so freaking cold?! Like damn can it not be warm for once? Why can't weather predictors ever actually, I don't know, predict the correct weather?

I shake my head and let out a huff of breath. 

Focus. 

I regain my casual stance and let my gaze dart around, taking a headcount of everyone around me.

Two old ladies sitting on a bench feeding six squirrels, skateboard guy, mother and son, homeless Joe, mother and, one, two, three, four, five, six, oh God, seven children.

"Nobody here," I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.

I swiftly move towards the curb, looking both ways before I jog across the street and stoop down, pretending to tie my shoe.

My gaze cuts in front of me, scanning for someone, anyone, to loot.

Dude leaning on pole, trying and failing miserably to flirt with some uninterested girl, dude in expensive suit, coffee shop worker girl, an annoying trio of teenagers laughing about some stupid shit... 

Ah, bingo.

My eyes land on a guy, about 6 ft 2-4 with enticing blue eyes, dark blonde hair, and a cleft chin, looking down at his phone. 

His attire consists of a small, no sleeved jean jacket, an untucked blue and white striped shirt, along with a red patterned tie, dark wash blue jeans, and black dress shoes.

He seems like he's a guy who carries a lot in his wallet, and he mustn't be too wealthy, considering he is wearing a semi-casual outfit instead of a full out tux or suit. 

Time to work my magic, I think to myself as I stand from my stooped position and begin to walk toward him, my eyes downcast.

I "accidentally" bump into him and he hastily wraps his arms around me, probably in an attempt to ensure that I don't fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice deep and slightly hoarse. His eyes bore into mine with what appears to be concern, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

Poor guy has no idea what he's getting in to.

My eyes fill up with fake tears as I throw my arms around his torso in a hug, bawling into his chest and slightly wetting the front of his shirt. 

It'll be soaking when I'm through with him.

Pretending to be an overly sensitive girl, I say I'm sorry over and over, rambling about how I could have hurt him and that he was nice to make sure that I didn't fall— honestly a whole bunch of hoopla I make up on the fly.

As I do this, I snake my hand down to his right jean pocket, without looking down, and get so close to capturing his wallet when his grip shifts to my torso and tightens, almost knocking all of the air out of my lungs.

Good thing I was a swimmer or my lungs would've been goners!

"Sorry about that," guy whispers smugly, only sounding somewhat apologetic. "I did not mean to do it so forcefully. But... considering that you just tried to steal from a federal officer, I think that is the least of your worries."

My eyes widen and I try to pull away, but he doesn't release me.

Fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge...

"You are under arrest for—"

That is as far as I let him get before I step on his toes with all of my weight as hard as I can then bring her knee up to his stomach, kneeing him three times. 

I finish it off with a quick punch to his gut and a roundabout kick to his knees, causing his legs to buckle and him fall to the ground on his knees. 

Without looking back, I run away, the only thing on my mind being, I just took down a federal officer! 

I let out a whoop and a giant, goofy smile comes to my face before reality hits me like a train.

Shit, I think to myself. 

I just took down a federal officer!

(A/N I just had the idea to combine this excerpt with a storyline I already have and I personally think it is a good move. Tell me what you think).

DESCRIPTION:

Natasha Park, a twenty-five year old woman wanted in all 50 states and four out of the seven continents for drug trafficking, bringing in illegal immigrants, and stealing money (by looting) for the poor, is basically the modern day Robin Hood, just a female version.

She goes through life without regrets, doing dangerous, crazy, and illegal things for sport, but not without cause. Frequently, she thinks of others before she even begins to think of herself. Of course, nobody else sees her that way. Most people view her as a heathen and a troublemaker.

Except one person, someone who watches Natasha's every move. 

All the escapes she's made from capture, successful robberies, border crossings- every single achievement or rather, illegal conduct, is watched. 

Only question is, by who? 

A/N

Song: Heathens X Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons, Twenty One Pilots by zazzy on YouTube

Unedited because I am lazy.

Cover by @TheBlueDj