Sprite walked down the narrow alley, identical to the last, passing three metal doors on her left before sliding her key into the lock of one.

Behind her, she heard a muffled popping. The guards had tried to move or activate her equipment, and the backup failsafe went off, destroying the equipment and possibly even some of the intruders. Sprite smiled, then unlocked the bolt.

She concealed her snubbie rapid fires in her duffle and made her way past two dressing rooms, short pale curtains acting as doors. She entered a small boutique filled with retro lace and leather clothing.