Meanwhile, in a small pub in Manchester, Katerina was sitting on a barstool, laying back against the bar counter, and was shooting darts at a dartboard, with a large glass of Coke on ice, in her other hand. She tossed the darts lazily at the board, yet she never missed, and when she ran out of darts to throw she let out a sigh. Not bothered to get up off her seat and go collect them, she took out a pair of her throwing knives and as she was about to throw those at the dart board as well, a hand snatched her elbow, in mid-air.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™tâ€¦â€ David, the bartender, warned. It wasnâ€™t a frightening warning. In fact, it sounded like he was chiding the warning, and, while his voice was rough and deep, it had a kind of friendliness to it that Kate rarely found in people, days like these. It was one of the reasons this pub was a regular hang-out for her. Friends, or pleasant acquaintances in this case, were hard to find nowadays.<br/><br/>â€œYou know I wonâ€™t miss, Dave,â€ Kate said annoyed, yanking her arm back, but putting her knives away regardless.<br/><br/>â€œI know that. But youâ€™ll ruin my dartboard,â€ he laughed, wiping the counter with a washcloth.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m bored. Thereâ€™s nothing to do with this virus going around wiping out everyone. Itâ€™s: motel, then here, then back at the motel, then back here againâ€¦â€<br/>Kate sighed once again and turned around to look at Dave. She gulped down her Coke and rested her elbow on the counter, placing her chin in her hand. She looked utterly and completely bored out of her mind. Dave couldnâ€™t help but chuckle at the small girl.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not funny. You know we could all die at any moment, donâ€™t you?â€<br/><br/>â€œIt hasnâ€™t spread to Manchester yet, darlinâ€™.â€<br/><br/>â€œYet.â€<br/><br/>The conversation slowly drifted off to something less unpleasant, as Dave refilled Kateâ€™s glass. The girl soon found herself laughing along with him and, later on, some more regulars that walked in. One even offered to buy her a drink but she refused.  Katerina didnâ€™t drink.<br/>Two hours later, Kate heard a sound she hadnâ€™t heard in a very long time. The familiar beeping tone went off and her eyes widened, and not because many eyes turned to her.<br/><br/>The S.O.A.R pagerâ€¦<br/><br/>Katerina slowly took out the pager, with shaky hands, and looked at the screen. She gulped slightly as she viewed the coordinates. So much for being safe.<br/><br/>â€œKate? Are you okay? Whatâ€™s wrong?â€<br/><br/>She looked up at Dave, and paused before she could find her voice to speak. It came out a bit broken and quiet.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m going to London...â€<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>It didnâ€™t take long for Kate to get to her destination. She took the train to London, from Manchester, chewing on her lip and running her fingers through her thick black hair constantly. The train was almost completely empty. But that made senseâ€¦ who would want to go to London in the situation itâ€™s in?<br/><br/>She couldâ€™ve taken the private jet S.O.A.R. offered to send, but she knew there was no point and she liked simple transportation better. The only way she saw it fit for her to make a grand entrance was on her own, not what brought her.  And anyway, she didnâ€™t feel like one. Admittedly, she felt scared.<br/><br/>There were many much more experienced members of S.O.A.R. that couldâ€™ve been assigned to the mission, and they were also much older than her, and werenâ€™t considered â€˜kidsâ€™ by some. But Katerina knew that none of them would be qualified enough to deal with this. She was one of the few members with esper abilities, but that didnâ€™t make her anymore â€˜valuableâ€™ than anyone else in the organization. Just more prone to get dangerous missions, like this one.<br/><br/>Kate looked out the window of the silent train, and sighed as it sped past the eerie, black night. So much for avoiding the virus; now she was one of the people to deal with it.