It didn’t take the irish woman long to get ready, pulling on a dark blue tank top and a button down brown flannel shirt that she left unbuttoned but tied the ends together on, before grabbing her small gun and tossing it into her handbag. She swept her hair back into a low ponytail and pulled on her boots, before checking her phone once more to make sure she had the location right.  Alley off fourth street, a hole in the wall speakeasy. And from the looks of it the others were to meet there too. She rubbed her head a little, straining to remember the events from the night before but to no avail. She hated this, hoping they wouldn't ask what went down. She vaguely remembered retrieving the item. So there was that. And she wasn’t the sort of person to let something like that just go. If they’d gotten the item, she’d have made sure they turned it in.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she ducked out of the house, beginning her twelve block walk to the location. She hated cabs, hated the subway. Being in underground, or in strangers cars. Someone’s car for work was different. There was some measure of trust when you both worked for the same criminal organization. Not that she didn’t take precautions, especially after the last assassination attempt. She let out a sigh, stuffing her hands in her jean pockets and ducking into an alley to smoke a cigarette.<br/><br/>Once done, she continued down the alley, slipping into the speakeasy gracefully, looking around the dimly lit room. There were two others from their group already there, Goody-shoes and Asian barbie. Nodding at the bartender, she walked over to the lone booth where one was sitting. Until she’d seen them, her mind wouldn't even let her remember their faces, but she was certain, looking at them now, that both of them had been on the mission with her. “Mind if i join you?” she asked, wondering why the two were separate.