Cecelia had just left the music store, satisfied with her purchase of "CDs" or rather the CDs' download codes to put them directly on her phone. Bobbing her head to the beat of her newly discovered interest in Glitch Hop, she heads in the direction of her house- which isn't but a few blocks- which meant weaving her way through or around clusters of people- all whom she ignored, except for a muttered "excuse me/pardon me"- on the sidewalk. The catchy tunes made time seem to go by faster, and she was nearly home- about a block or so from her driveway- when her music was interrupted briefly by her text message chime. She unlocked her phone and went to her "SecureLine_MSG" app and read the text from the only contact that messages her on that secure channel: The Director. Pushing a lock of hair out of her face, she read the message- which was short, concise, and direct- that told her when and where to meet for her assignment.
	[color=bc8dbf][i]Huh. Wonder who it is this time. It's been a while, and I could do for the cash.[/i][/color] Deciding to accept, she sent her predetermined "ACCEPT" text and jogged the rest of the way home to change into her black sweatshirt, yoga pants- it's all she really has that's somewhat form fitting but not tights/leggings- and black sneaks- teehee, black sneakers for stealth work; just a perfect name for them. Once fully changed, she grabbed her keys and headed for the car and let familiarity drive her to the director's usual meeting place- or rather, his [i]MANSION(!)[/i].