Reward: +1 Skill Upgrade point per person successfully robbed. Scoundrel +1 per item!

Accept? Refuse?

Teddy could use something to eat. The Boss hadn’t left anything that Teddy noticed in the room, and she was getting to be a bit peckish.

Quest accepted!

And now her sleep was spoiled.

Sighing, Teddy flung the blankets off and rolled out of bed. She was still in her shorts and T-shirt, because they were comfy enough for sleeping in, but she had taken off her hiking boots before climbing onto the bed.

On the boots went, with only some frowning and pouting and a bit of grumbling as she tried to remember the rhyme for tying shoelaces, a rhyme that she sorta knew even if she didn’t have memories to go with it.

Her boots all knotted up, Teddy went to the door and almost opened it when she remembered the Boss working hard to hide her identity.

A bit of focusing later and the words above Teddy’s head faded away, and she slid out into a big corridor.

Another girl, way older, like the Boss, stood in the hallway. She stared at Teddy and waved.

Teddy wondered if she should mug her, but the girl didn’t have any food on her so she just waved back and walked on past.

She had a choice between taking the elevator or walking down the steps, so she enjoyed the old pop music as she rode on down to the first floor. A few dozen more steps and she was outside.

The sun beamed down atop her head, warming her ears and making her feel all sweaty and lethargic.

Teddy turned around to go back to bed—she could mug people later— but the door was locked. She tugged at it some more to no avail.

Teddy frowned at it.

She could just activate her power and break it down. She knew she could. But that would just make her more tired, and hungry besides.

With a soulful sigh, Teddy turned back around and took in her surroundings. There were a lot of buildings around. She figured that if she wanted to find someone to mug, it would be best to just head out in the direction that looked the richest and wait to find someone alone.

Trudging along, Teddy kept to the sidewalks and let her head rotate around to follow all the posters and advertisements stuck to telephone poles and mounted on the side of passing buses.

A lot of the images were of people in tight costumes, standing tall and proud with their foot on the necks of ugly people. They looked like kings and queens, especially in the images where crowds of people were cheering them on.

The posters on the telephone poles weren’t as colorful, and their art was a lot less interesting. Stuff like “Call 011 at the first sign of VILLAINY!” or ads with addresses to websites where people could give anonymous tips.