The story so far:
The stone painters were a group of graffitti artists that were renowned for where they left their art work. This was because the places the stone painters left their art were in the public eye at all times, they were places with cctv and places which were impossible to get to without using equipment.
For the plan to work, Rosie first had to know the truth behind the stone painters success.
If she could master their skill, then the rest of the plan would come together easily.
Rosie had found it easy to find the stone painters hide out.
All it had taken was logic.
If they were people who liked to parade their work in public, then of course they wouldn't bother meeting in private.
But where in public would they meet? Well it wasn't hard...
The stone art café was a dark and pretentious place.
Everyone in there wore those glasses without the frames and discussed poetry.
Rosie was convinced none of them had ever picked up a book in their lives.
Rosie stirred her coffee.
She took it black because it was bitter.
She didn't like the taste particularly, but the taste of something disgusting really helped her focus on the task ahead.
Rosie had her eye on a girl who sat by herself. She had bright blue hair and was tapping her fingers nervously, waiting for someone.
The paint stains on the girls fingers were attractive to Rosie.
This was because Rosie knew this girl was one of the stone painters.
That was the only problem with the group.
You work as a group, someone will eventually mess up and get caught.
You work alone and everything is controllable...
This girl was new.
Probably a girlfriend or some relative to the group.
Her first vandal had been sloppy and obvious and that's why Rosie had seen her.
It wasn't this girl that Rosie wanted to see though.
She needed to know the leader.
She needed to watch them work.
Eventually a car pulled up outside the cafe and the girl with the blue hair got up.
The girl got up far too quickly in fact.
Because if she hadn't been in such a rush she would have noticed her phone fall out her bag as she got out the door.
Rosie checked that nobody else saw and then dived for the phone.
The phone had a picture of a city landscape on it.
Rosie clicked straight to the inbox.
After the first five ridiculous 'hey bbz wat u up 2' style texts, Rosie found what she wanted.
'3am statue' the number was hidden.
Rosie smiled, pocketed the phone and walked out the cafe.
As she began to walk up the stairs to her apartment she was suddenly pulled back.
Her head hit the ground and everything began to spin.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with." The voice said. It was low, spoken through some sort of machine that made it sound robotic.
As she looked up, her head searing with pain, she just about noticed a black silhouette climbing the wall and if she wasn't mistaken they wore a silver mask.
She was in extreme pain as she moved.
Everything was sore and her ears were ringing.
She shakily put her hand in her pocket...
Feeling it there she felt her heart stop momentarily.
The phone was still in her pocket.
This meant that whoever just attacked her had nothing to do with the stone painters.