Amelia had been making her way up Fifth Avenue towards Central Park before a small light blinked from the console on her arm. Looking down it seemed she had a message [i]"Division agents, meet at the Grand Central Terminal for a meeting. Repeat, meet at the Grand Central Terminal for a meeting. You may not come, if you don't want to."[/i]. She furrowed her brow from beyond her tinted glasses which outlined the terrain. Why would it be an optional meeting, surely it couldn't be that important if it was optional. Snapped from her thoughts she looked up as she heard a sound from ahead, darting to cover behind a smashed up yellow taxi. She peered over, seeing a small group of people walking out of a building before disappearing into another. They were armed and seemed to be in conversation, one of them had stopped to look down both ends of the street that made Fifth Avenue before continuing to join his friends. Amelia moved back from her cover and opened up her map before tagging the location given in the message. She recorded a reply, "Copy that, agent on route" before sending it to his ID which imprinted on his message. It didn't take her long to reach the destination, a few sightings here and there but nothing seeming to be hostile. As she approached she saw the orange lights left on the floor and once again pulled up her arm console, pinging the sender that she was at the destination. She would remain in cover till he revealed himself to confirm the message.