The sounds of New York traffic filled sound waves as many people shuffled along their days on the streets. One Anthro Sheep woman hummed, walking through a hotel. Beside her, a struggling bellboy was having a bit of hell, getting the seemingly heavy suit case up the stairs as they arrived at the pent house, as she pouted to him as they reached her room As she helped him set it down. "You poor thing." She mumbled in a soft, caring tone, going to draw out her bag. Tipping him 400 as he brought her suit case inside and locked the door as she put her hands on her hips. Looking around for a good window as she grinned, spotting one. "Perfect..."

She carefully opened the suit case, revealing the parts of a sniper rifle she had smuggled into the hotel as she began to skillfully put it together with an almost perfect precision. Taking a moment to look at a picture of her son in the suitcase, he was thankfully staying the weekend at one of his little friend's home meaning she had time to herself this weekend once this messy business was done. She didn't miss a beat as she loaded her magazine as she soon positioned the rifle into the window. "Now where, oh where... could that little rat be..."

She scanned over the city. Her eyes soon fell upon two police cars driving steadily to the local station. A smile appeared on her face as she saw one car holding someone in a rather white suit. It seemed the snitch didn't really think of camouflage or a disguise. The money he got for playing turn coat must have been tempting. "Mm...It needs a dash of red." She mumbled, looking through the scope as the cars stopped in front of the station. The officers hopped out, one running to the back of the car opening as they attempted to escort the snitch inside of the station.