A little fiction

[TheBFG37 he/him]

Selrith never liked fog. It was just too spooky, and you couldn't see anything through it. Luckily for Selrith though, that went both ways. She crouches on the flat top of a four story building in the business district of Gandcy. Her target, directly below her, lies a drawer of the office of some bureaucrat with a three foot pole constantly shoved up his rear. Sel retrieves a rope from her pack and stuck the hook tied to the end into the gravel roof. Then, silently, hops over the low wall that runs around the perimeter of the roof and slides down the rope to a window on the third floor. Reaching out with a gloved hand, she slowly pulls the window open. 

So far so good, no alarm. Sel refrains from releasing the tension in her chest as she creeps into the meeting room. Like a panther through a jungle, she prowls across the room and into the hallway. She turns right and delves deeper into the building toward her quarry. After a quick search she finds what she's looking for. A storage room filled to the brim with filing cabinets. Sel reaches into her pocket and pulls out a slip of paper with a number on it. Now the real search begins, she thinks to herself. 

Selrith takes a glow stick from her pocket and snaps it causing a faint green light to illuminate a few of the filing cabinets near her. Over the next few minutes she flits from cabinet to cabinet, periodically checking the slip of paper in her hand. Finally she stops, glow stick held close to a drawer labeled with the number 16. Tentatively she pulls the drawer open and begins flipping through the papers inside. 

Halfway through her third pass through them she stops and pulls out one of the papers. Now to make my escape. She makes her way back toward her entrance window. With the window in sight she stands up strait and turns on the iron within her belly. A warm feeling fills her and blue lines extend from her chest to the bits of metal around her. She sidles up onto the window and prepares to jump seeking out a good anchor point. Suddenly the building behind her erupts with lights and alarms. Freaking Ruin! She slips off of the window sill and begins to plummet toward the pavement. Panicking she latches onto the hook she spiked into the roof. Her gut wrenches as she stops falling suddenly and she swings into the brick wall of the building. 

Sel curses herself for becoming so careless. They must've had a seeker on guard duty She slowly releases her hold on her anchor and slides to the ground taking off at a run into the nearest alley as soon as she hits the ground. She turns off her iron and jumps into a large garbage bin, heart pounding. She swims herself beneath the pile of full trash bags sending a prayer to Harmony that the cops don't bring a coinshot or lurcher that could detect her extra vials of metal. 

To be continued(?)

Edited May 9, 2018 by TheBFG37
Fixed some tense things

[Toaster Retribution he/him]

What she needs the papers for is intriguing, especially since she got it from a drawer marked with sixteen. Good work! I noticed that you used both past tense "she crouched" and present tense "she curses". I'd suggest using only one of these, for the sake of simplicity.