Mafia Hit Round Two

Samia left the main group of convention goers that were wandering around in some guided tour. She made her way quietly down the corridors and down the stairs to the stockroom below. Mentally preparing a handy 'I'm a silly woman who just got lost' excuse, Samia was relieved to find she did not need it.

There were rows and rows of crates that stretched upwards towards the ceiling. The labels on the sides were from all the different toy companies represented and seemed to be a good place to start her search for wrong doing. Samia was busy looking through aisles hoping for a crate that was down where she could look inside when she heard the sound of mixed voices. Squeezing herself into a tight space between two stacks, she listened intently.

“Do you think the old fool had time to alert anyone?”

“He could have now couldn't he? After all your shot didn't kill him.”

“-I- didn't miss. What were you doing?”

“Enough of this! We've got to find out if he's spoken to anyone about our identities.”

Samia's eyes widened as she listened to the murderers continue to plan. If she could ease forward a little more she might be able to get a good look at the group without being seen. A few clicks of the contact cameras and this case would be closer to solved. One of the edges of her robes caught and Samia tugged at it in silent frustration, finally it came free but the last pull had been too hard and Samia bumped against the nearest crate. Under normal circumstances that might not have given her away but in this case it was filled with furbies. Several muffled sounds of 'boh-bay' and 'nah-bah' escaped from the packing.

“What was that?”

Samia stumbled backwards out of the tight hiding spot and turned to run for the door. Her contact cameras therefore never saw the driver of the forklift that ran her over.