Elodie frowns down at the picture of the intruder. "Not a cop. Not a Maple Syndicate enforcer or any of the others. Shittiest assassin I've heard of. And a reporter would have snooped." She sighs, rubbing her eyes. "So no idea what the fuck he's after but he wants to talk. Cool. Cool cool cool." She has a thousand-yard stares out the window as the train rolls into her station. "Cool..."

*

Her street has a row of cheap brick rowhouses, styled after a now-ruined Dutch public housing project from the 1930s, down each side. On the smaller side, but very sturdy construction, and the walls are good and thick enough that she's not bothered by neighbors playing bagpipes at 2 in the morning. 

It's happened before in other places.

Getting to her apartment, a top floor unit, normally involves going down the street, up the stairs, or the elevator, and getting to the end of the hallway. Right now, it involves all of that while dodging about 50 reporters from various organizations staking out the place. So instead, she goes up.

Take a right at the train station, instead of going straight, and you end up going through a small street market. Cafes and grocery stores compete with cheap cell phones sold off a cart, a brazilian-indian fusion place that stubbornly refuses to die, a dance studio, and the posh antiques store that's open only a few days a week, full of all the memories somebody paid to pull up from earth, but then passed on in death to somebody that cared less. An old magnolia tree fills the center of the square, and above the proper storefronts there's two stories of apartments, fancier than hers.

Elodie leaves the wheelchair with Black, cuts through all of that and beelines for the alley next to the antiques shop. From there, there's a little ledge she can reach with a pop vault, a quick hop to the fire escape, and then a basic climb up to the roof. Take a second to check the sky and spot the drone doing lazy circles up there. Somebody noticed she was registered with Roofdash and took a guess. Smart of them, really, but they've left it on a static flight plan. Easy enough to just watch for when it's turned away, and move from roof divot to roof divot, cross the Magnolia Square roof, and vault herself up onto her own roof. Only a few feet away from her own window. One of the reasons she'd picked the place, and she suppresses a flare of pique as she remembers the need to find another.

With that, however, she's inside, and nobody's the wiser. So it probably scares the hell out of the man waiting on her sofa when she comes in from the bedroom and grabs a lemonade from the fridge without saying a word.

[quote]A 8 on parkour to get to the apartment and an 11 on getting there sneakily.[/quote]