Vivienne was already at work before the man on the phone answered. Using her ability, she manipulated the data through her phone's network, along with a handy tech app that Delvin downloaded into her phone. If the man were to check back to see who's calling, he'd see Belinda Savante, an up and coming lawyer, soccer mom of the year, and avid baker calling. "Well hello there sugar! Boy, you sound cute!" she said in a disguised southern accent, "I'm afraid I got some bad news for you busy types over there. I'm going to have to visit and see your offices. Seems like there's been a booboo over there recently and someone made a call to human resources. They don't expect anything to come of it of course, baby, but you know how it goes. I just need to check some things and I'll be out of your hair. I imagine you can run this by your boss. Tell them to expect me in a week or so, toodles!" she hung up before the man could get any more questions out. She hated using an accent, it killed her throat, but she had to sell the role. She went on to the app and created the necessary tools in case they searched for Belinda Savante: some social media pages, a bakery blog, and a dating profile (poor Belinda just couldn't find love!). Now came the easy part: shopping!

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After making the necessary purchases to turn her into Belinda, she headed towards the nearest tram to make her way to Atlanta. Another job needed to be done and she wanted to leave the city before she made her way over to Free World. The message was interesting. Two Chinese Dragons. It wasn't a hard message to crack, but it was one that was rarely, if ever, used anymore. They needed two laptops with the necessary tech to prevent themselves from being caught. The clients ranged from a variety of sorts, she expected it was a man who didn't want anyone to know he was looking at porn, or something of that nature. She didn't much care, she was getting paid.

The location wasn't in a public place, thankfully. She held the laptops in a black case, just like the movies. She knew the rules: don't look at anyone, but don't be suspicious. In the movies, the person making the drop was always looking around, wearing dark shades, and appeared to be up to no good. Instead, she wore a red trenchcoat, black skirt, and pumps. Just an average woman about the town.

She got to the location and sat down and dropped the package under the seat. She waited a few more minutes before she got up and went about her way. She got on her phone and sent a reply back, an anime panda giving a thumbs up. Her trademark for a job done.