TITLE: God's Girl Friday
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
Yuri leaned back against the building. The chill of the gas station's stucco bit through her Columbia windbreaker and the black tank top beneath. The early-morning May sun peaked over the top of the one and two story buildings lining the street. She pulled her sunglasses from inside pocket of her tan jacket, donning them before her pupils could adjust to the post-dawn light.
She checked the abused but well maintained Chronoswiss on her wrist: oh-six thirty-three. Her contact was scheduled to arrive in less than a minute. Sighing, she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets, grateful she'd dumped the manicured fingernails after her last job and didn't have to worry about breaking them on her MP9's four extra magazines. She wondered how long she would be waiting this time.
They're on time? That's new.
A van approached, the cracks in its navy paint merging with heavy rust. The sun winked off the chipped blue and chrome oval on the hood as the vehicle pulled into the convenience store's lot and came to a gentle halt next to one of the pumps. Through the windshield, she saw the agitated driver struggling with what she assumed was the shifter on the steering column. A series of grinding clunks groaned from beneath the extended-cab van.
A thin man stepped from the driver's side, pausing to remove his blazer. He walked with a long gait to the dumpster on the north side of the lot and gave the refuse a quick once-over.