[center][b][i]September 5th[/i][/b][/center]
Elle paced back and forth along a catwalk in the warehouse, handgun on her thigh, miscellaneous goons from past missions spread out below, guarding. Elle watched from out of the top windows for any sign of the sickness.
"A few are coming on the west side," She called out, and immediately after that, five men went out to eradicate the disease from the area.
[i]No rescue helicopters either...[/i] She thought. She had assumed there would be plenty whirling about, trying to save civilians. They had enough supplies stored up here in HQ, at least for a month, and Elle would surely be fine for longer than that. However, business for her was at a stand still, and she had too much time on her hands. She had to abort her previous mission plans because of the news, and she was bored. No planing to do, no banks to rob, no excitement. Yet, overseer was a fun job. Glancing below she could see everyone, where they were, the panicked looks they had...
She knew she would turn out fine from this. She wasn't so sure about everyone below. Maybe they did have a reason to worry.