[i]East 42nd Street, en route to 77 E 42nd, Grand Central Terminal[/i]

Her movements were quick, yet unhurried as she darted between the abandoned vehicles, keeping low to minimize her profile as well as to avoid potential obstacles. Her padded boots softened the impact of her footsteps, allowing her to move quietly, but retain speed. This area had seen some intense looting in the first stages of the virus, the smashed windows of the Pfizer headquarters showing how desperate people were to gain any medical advantage against the virus. She took cover in an alleyway for a moment to wait for a passing group to move on, their voices loud and brash advertising both their confidence and their intent towards others. Without order, many groups such as this had come into prominence, as there were few who could step up against them. The voices began to dissipate as they moved further south on 2nd Avenue, and after quickly checking the load in her pistol, Genevieve was moving again. It was hard for her to watch as the city crumbled into anarchy, knowing that she could be doing something to help, but she had orders from higher-up, and she had to adhere to them. To break from orders to cull a few gangs could put an objective in danger, and without securing the government, it would be harder for order to reassert itself. Right now, of course, the Division needed her skills, and she would answer their call.

Ahead a couple of buses had been overturned in the middle of the intersection, blocking off East 42nd past 3rd Avenue by way of a traffic pile-up. She had a choice now, of either following south and potentially running into the group, or moving north and going into unknown territory. Looking both directions and seeing no immediate threats, she decided that up-and-over would be the better option, taking to the roof of a nearby vehicle and vaulting to the top of the bus. Crouching down, she once again looked all around to make sure that she was not seen or heard, before dropping lightly on the other side and continuing her mission. A few minutes later would bring her to the East 42nd side of Grand Central, and into the building itself. She was surprised to see that the terminal had been spared the rampant looting that had ravaged other parts of Manhattan, with several of the higher-end stores still intact. Making a note to check back into some of these places, she moved into cover as she heard movement ahead. Taking out her monocular scope, she peered out into the station to see who she may be up against, and seeing only a uniformed man sifting through store-goods. She was about to ready her pistol when she saw the device on his arm that marked him as an agent in the Division, and realized that he must be the one to have sent the message.

Taking a few obvious steps from cover, she approached him, keeping the light of the glow-sticks to her side so that she could fully view his features when he turned to see her. "Looking for anything particular?" she said, in a rather deadpan imitation of a store-clerk. "Or perhaps you are seeking someone? I am Genevieve, agent of the Division, and that's all you get to know before I know your credentials."