Name: Finn Terrun
Job: Thief... if that counts as a job.
Height: Just under 5ft 5"
Appearance: Small and slight, dark grey eyes and darkish skin. Tawny-blond hair, cut short to just below his ears.
Face: Angular features and sharp cheekbones, small scar just above left eye.
I think I'm in trouble now.
I've been here all along, watching the carnage unfold in front of my eyes. I just stayed very still in the corner and didn't move. No-one saw me.
No-one ever does.
The police woman scares me, she looks pretty dangerous and I have a strange feeling she wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if I made any sudden movements.
I would run for it, if only I could. Not only is the policewoman blocking the door, but my wrist won't allow me to do anything that athletic.
Damn and blast electical burglar traps. Damn them to hell.
I press myself further back into the shadows, hoping I'm not seen by anyone.
It would probably be the end of me if I am.