That day, she left the bus at an unaccustomed point. The footpath was full of people. Like she predicted, the man followed her, cautious to maintain a good distance between them. Between the throng of pedestrians it was almost impossible to spot him.
But time to time Angelize kept throwing side glances at him in a subtle manner. These were slums. Angelize was familiar to the maze of alleys. She entered the deeper parts until pedestrians were reduced to few and far between. She could still hear careful footsteps behind her at a distance.
And then, at a turn she pressed her back against the wall and waited for that man. The man tried to be as quiet as possible as he neared the turn but his faint footsteps couldn't evade Angelize ears, specially in that deadly silence of alley.
He drew out his gun as if sensing the imminent danger. Just then he trespassed the safe line, he pointed his gun at the entrance of the turn but there was no one.
As he relaxed a bit, a sharp blow landed at the back of his head, numbing his senses. The gun fell from his hand as he stumbled backward. His insentient state gave Angelize enough time to push him in a corner, draw out her dagger and press the sharp edge against his throat.