Stakeout

It had taken all of Nazia's detective capabilities to deduce the Pirate's next target. The criminal's targets seemed random, seemed unpredictable - but Nazia had spotted the pattern. Possibly. Honestly, it was more of a hunch than a deduction, and her higher-ups knew it.

That was why she was sitting out here in her civilian car, alone, staking out this jewelry store for the fourth straight night. The first night, they'd reluctantly given her a van and backup. From the second night, it had just been the police van. Now, it was just her, alone. She wasn't even on the clock.

She was sure that she was right though. This was exactly the sort of target that the Pirate would go after; just far enough from the station that a decent cat burglar would be in and out before the police could even respond to a silent alarm, just close enough to the urban bustle that disappearing into the maze of streets and alleys wouldn't be difficult once the job was done. It all fit, and Nazia knew it. And she'd prove that her hunch wasn't just a hunch when she caught the Pirate red-handed, earned herself a promotion and the respect of her peers all in one swoop.

She peered out the window of her car at the jewelry store shutters. Still no sign of... well, anything. Nothing in the alley behind the shop, nobody by the doors, no sign of anyone on the roof. Sighing, she shifted her gaze to the rear-view mirror and adjusted her headscarf. It was a striking blue, matching the stylish - if perhaps a little conservative for the mode - skirt that covered her wide hips and plump rear end. Her blouse was white, which might be daring on another woman given how it emphasised her bust, but she'd paired it with a rather demure jacket that prevented more than a slightest hint of her breasts showing through. It was a fashionable look, albeit one that didn't do much to show off her body... just as Nazia liked it. She liked it when people admired her fashion sense, certainly, but the thought of lustful eyes raking over her backside or cleavage made her shudder. If she could choose, she'd probably be a lot less curvy, truth be told-

Wait, what was that?

She glanced away from her reflection as a sharp clatter from across the road drew her attention. The side door to the jewelry store was slightly open, and there was a light on inside. Nazia's breath caught in her throat. Had the owner popped back to grab something, or could this be the Pirate at last?