She actually didn’t do it particularly well. Sneaking, oh, she was great at sneaking. World class sneaker. Stalking too, when she put her mind too it. But lurking required a degree of patient fortitude that Harley had never quite been able to achieve. She wouldn’t even be doing it now, but she was trying out the idea of keeping a low profile. It was new and different, and thus far pretty much blew because she was stuck where she was at and there was nothing to do. In short, lurking required one to sit still. Her short attention span didn’t allow for that, and she’d rather failed at her lurking attempt tonight. She was, actually, fidgeting.
But it was hard not to. She was stuck in an alley way, watching her target, waiting for the guy to leave for the night so she could borrow his delivery van. It was Pammy that had given her the idea, actually. Not directly. Not like she said, “Harl, I think this is a great plan, let’s do this.” Actually, she might get a little upset about it, but Harley was planning on leaving some of the details out when she told her later. But if they were gonna lay claim to the botanical gardens, obviously a delivery van for a florist was the perfect vehicle to use for this job.
Well not totally perfect. It’d be better if there was a screen between the front and the rear, because once she got those hyenas in there, they might be a little stressed out and get a bit nippy. It wasn’t like they’d know her. Yet. But she wanted her babies back, and if she couldn’t have hers she’d make some new ones. That trip to the zoo had been interrupted by the creepy guy, but this plan would work. It was a good plan. She just needed a way to transport the furry guys once she’d tranqed them. So, delivery van. One that would be delivering them to the botanical gardens. So, florists delivery van.
But the guy she’d spotted earlier was being annoyingly industrious and working late. It was putting a real crimp in her plans, and Harley was growing less and less generous by the moment. Originally, she’d planned on bringing the delivery van back once she was done with it. But now, she was thinking she might just ditch it somewhere. Be good for the guy anyway. No van, no deliveries. He obviously worked too hard.
Shifting from one foot to the other, she tugged on one of her piperelles, and waited. She was gonna give this guy another ten minutes, and then she was gonna do this her way. A slow grin started to form, because her way involved a lot more loud noises and possible explosions. Okay, maybe not ten minutes. Maybe more like five.