As cosmic criminals went, she was up there with the best.
She had been on the run for a long time. Despite her careful planning and manoeuvring, she knew that the trackers had all manner of facilities at their disposal and they would eventually catch up with her. It came to pass that it was mid-morning when her door bell unexpectedly sounded, putting her on high alert. She went to the door and look through the peephole. He stood perfectly still, staring straight back. Black suit, tie and trilby hat; unashamedly looking the part. She opened the door and he entered with a grin. They both calmly made their way to the lounge, where he stood looking around before speaking.
“You must have known that it was just a matter of time,” he said, taking off his hat. “Ever since your criminal activities in the Andromeda galaxy, and your subsequent hideout on Pluto’s third moon, we’ve been tracking you.”
He fell into an armchair, making himself comfortable.
She sighed. “I am well aware of the advanced technology you have at your disposal.” She shrugged. “I’ll come quietly,” she whispered.
Before he could make a move to stop her, she opened the purse she was carrying and held up a small black device. “Hopefully, you won’t have come across one of these.”
His frown went to a look of slack-jawed disbelief, as she faded.
Just to repeat; she was up there with the best.