To Trap a Devil.

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After dusk had fallen, Catseye paces to and fro on an area of sidewalk she had met Natasha on earlier that day.  She had come equipped with several more paintballs that she had manages to swipe, just in case.

Several men had asked her strange questions about her prices and such, but she glared at them with golden eyes until they kept walking.

'Badmen.'  She thought.  'Always surrounded by them.'