ScarletRider

Three coins I hold upon my hand They grant me pass upon the land Around the hills and to the valley For three less coins out of my tally I'd travel then beyond these hills Beyond these dusty window sills And further still, I'd travel on Riding along to greet the sun Three coins in hand is far too less To earn my way I must impress The distance yet is far too great My yearning thus I cannot sate While there is time still yet to pass Still sand to fall within the glass Three coins may yet come into more And guide me to a distant shore

 I was hired to acquire some "private" financial information from some local offices, which is usually a fairly simple job. Information is always in high demand for a number of reasons, stock market speculation, corporate espionage, among others. But I was unable to find the right files when I cracked their servers from the outside. So I had to get creative. I did some dumpster diving and found out that confidential files were kept on the CFO's private workstation. He was also on vacation and they didn't have a systems administrator on site. I was also able to dig up enough information to falsify a repair order for the computer in his office.

 I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, brushing the cool metal with my fingertips. They slid along the spine of the weapon, until they came in contact with the leather thong threaded through a loop at the end. Looking up at the target, I drew the knife from the sheathe on my thigh, playing it between my fingers until I had the tip pinched. They say it's all in the wrist, but really, it's a coordinated effort, utilizing your whole body. As the weapon is an extension of oneself, it will be guided by your momentum. It landed high and a little to the right of the bull's-eye, sinking in half an inch. Not bad for six-thirty in the morni