[B][U]"Heads up, Time to earn your keep"[/U][/B]

Cypress's apartment was supplied by her company and even it's furnishings were chosen by her handlers so that it conveyed to the casual observer the home of a woman of refined tastes. 

"Phony, even where I sleep is more like a movie set than reality." She thought as she skated across the living room towards her huge kitchen. Entering she opened her Sub zero frig , drew out a tub of yogurt from her favorite deli. She dumped in about half a pound of blueberries stirred and went into her living room planning on a major munch fest..

She'd no sooner put a yummy spoonful of yogurt in her mouth when she heard her phone chirp three times then announce "Security breach. All personnel to sector twenty"

 
[B]"Dam it!"[/B] she says as she sets the bowl on her coffee table an powers up her slick screen. Leaping over the table she heads to her balcony leaving the sliding door open as she flies over the edge.
She lands on the sloping exterior of the building as she's tucking in her ear piece.

Hunched down like one of those ski jumpers you see in the winter olympics Friction burns down the 20 stories to the base. When she makes the curve of concrete at ground level she's moving at over 220 mph as she assumes the pose of a sprint skater and pushes her feet side to side controlling their friction so that she steady gains speed.

[B]"Friction to security, Friction to security activating GPS tracking requesting intercept control."[/B] yells Cypress as she moves up Technology boulevard towards Sector 16 where she can use the cooperate runway as a short cut to 20.

"Friction, Friction be advised that suspect is in sector 20 and non visual; continue on present track, continue on present track" says a woman's voice over Cypress's Bluetooth.

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 [B][U]"Aperture Security HQ" [/U][/B]

Wanda Meeks had been working for AL for almost three years now and thought she'd seen it all, till today.

On her sitrep screen she was monitoring the progress of one of AL's newest and fastest Metas. Friction was showing a steady increase in speed and had since she'd left her campus apartment; 375...380...390.. The Meta's speed was incredible but beyond that was her ability to shift directional velocity. As Cypress crossed the runways she moved like one of those light cycles from Tron, Wanda honestly was lost as how to handle such an asset.

"Friction, Friction be advised we have security personnel on you present course, suggest you slow speed to avoid collision" says Wanda as she realizes that Cypress is already on top of the cluster of cruisers.

Then with no slacking of speed Friction suddenly stops next to security commander Bennett position and there are no reports of a collision.
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[B][U]Bennett's position"[/U][/B]

Bennett a veteran of the Armies spec ops teams sees Friction as she heads towards her like some low flying smart missile. When she stops there is a brief explosion of wind similar to a huge truck blasting by.

He was impressed and annoyed with the Meta but knew better than many that she was a special case handle with care.

"Ah Friction glad you're here. We have as yet no intel on the intruder or intruders so you're on stand by" he says looking at how revealing her clothing is.

[B]"Thank you Commander Bennett, I do so hope that we should capture this or these intruders with no call for violence"[/B] says Cypress with a smile

Bennett hears her speak and is instantly transported back to his days as a special instructor at Fort Rutger Alabama. Her voice is that sweet rich honey mixed with archaic speech patterns of the southern belle. He shakes off the memories but not the smile as she takes a seat on a nearby guard rail so she's in no one's way at the road block.

Aperture Labs is closed down like a liquor store in Utah on Sunday and with only open ground to move on outside of the grid of roads the Quarry is only playing a delaying game. As soon as they're spotted they be caught by normal staff or a meta.