She dropped down from an old fire escape ladder and brushed her hands off on her jeans. She appeared unarmed to casual observers. A sharper eye would see the outline of a knife sheath under her sleeve, and the slight bulge of a firearm at the small of her back when she turned to look for anybody out on the street.
Only then did she look at Blondie. "What are you doing out this way?"
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