Full Body Inflation

The sound of a post-modern style clock ticking away on the wall above a sea of cubicles was only met by the click-clack of keys and the occasional cough. She gazes up; 4:01PM, the last hour of the day and it always felt like a week. A long, bored fill sigh passes her sweet red lips. It had been a day of one meeting after another and she was only there as an observer, a very bored observer. Soon that late afternoon feeling was starting to hit her hard; eye lids like sand bags and he focus almost completely gone.

I checked my watch one final time: one minute to go. As I pulled my hair back beneath my gray beanie, I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I didn't usually get too nervous before jobs, but this one promised to be a special challenge, even for a thief with my… unusual skillset.