Anokata slipped out of the Staten Island cemetery with a sackful of what could be  presumed either money or valuable trinkets in one hand and a shovel resting on his shoulder. Likely stolen from a grave; few other people would pay a visit to the dead at this hour besides graverobbers.

A half an hour later he was walking down a street a couple of blocks away, now only carrying the sack of loot --he had wisely gotten rid of the shovel, stashed away behind a tree-- The only light present was that of the street lamps glare and it was late or early, still a few hours until sunrise at the least, he was starting to get tired and wary. He therefore did not notice the shadow of a shadowy man standing in an alley on the other side of the road which began to follow him as he passed him by, the unknown assailant walked with a predator's gloomy stare and light steps - eyeing the bag of loot.

A little later, Anokata, as if aware of being followed or just the paranoid type, likely the later if you knew him, stopped up by a corner and look briefly around the street. Seeing nothing though, he reached into a pocket and drew out a small silver case. It popped it open and he took out a cigarette which he placed in the corner of his mouth while his fingers replaced the case into the pocket and found a lighter to lit it.

He took a few drags of the cig and gazed up at the nightsky, "Hell of a evening. Worth it though. My informant was right, SonofaRogue had been buried with a hidden stash. Next time I'll bring one of the arms to dig. Manual labor's what I pay them for after all." He murmured quietly for himself, low enough for only himself to hear, then took a last drag of the cig and flicked it on the pavement, stepping on it and turned on his heel as he continued to walk a few blocks.

Sometimes later, as the first rays of the sun came up over the horizont, he reached a building where he knew a guy who would buy the night's loot. He rubbed his chin lightly, glancing up at the front of the building before turning to walk around it to enter through the back entrance. He gave the secret code of knocks upon the door before being allowed inside by a short fat man in his forties, a brown beard and moustache. He gave a brief nod in recognition, "Morning Fred. Got something for you."

"Hell of an hour fer ye to show up, couldn't have waited a lil' longer?" the man spat out and closed the back door as they both entered the small shop's backroom.

Anokata smirked amused, "You know me, I like to get rid of this stuff the sooner the better. I promise you, it'll be worth it. After this you can go back to get the rest of your beauty sleep."

The two men haggled for what appeared like a half an hour until the finally came to a compromise, the goods exchanged hands and Anokata walked out with a thick envelope of cash. "Until next time, Fred." He inclined his head and pulled his coat up around his ears as he turned out on the street again, not noticing the shadowy man began to follow him again.

He stopped by a small Café a hour later to get a large, strong cup of coffee and a donut to fill his stomach while he waited for the bank to open. It was likely then the opportunity for the assailant opened up and he had his pockets picked, and a large wad of cash disappearing from the envelope. Anokata was not the wiser though, tiredness keep forcing his eyes shut.

It wasn't until he reached the bank and counted up the money again that he noticed he had been robbed -- furious he glanced around with an angry glare which could kill, almost scaring the elderly couple and a single mother to death. He did not care for them though, returning his stare to the cashier and hovered over the poor woman while demanding a recount.

The man had followed him inside the bank and was standing in a small alcove waiting for the right oppotune moment for his tease to be complete; placing the stolen money back into Anokata's pockets while he was busy staring at the poor cashier while she handled the remainder of his money. The reaction he got in return for his troubles was more than worth it.

Anokata, a few minutes later, slipped a hand into his pocket, his other hand slide down his face, deep in thought. Busy back tracing his route from the fence to the bank to figure out where he had lost his money and where he should start looking for the thief. He withdrew it quickly, with the money in hand, frowning heavily at first then began to laugh - first quietly, then louder, until everyone inside the bank was staring at him as if he was crazy. The men and woman all quickly returned to what they had been doing before his outburst when he suddenly turned dead silent and looked around the bank, only then noticing Dalton, his boss sitting in a chair with a newspaper. He smirked, mildly amused. Might have been because he was tired, might have been genuine mirth. It was hard to tell at that moment though. He gave a slight nod of recognition to the man as he passed by him on his way out, replying quietly. "Beautiful morning, is it not?"