So there was  nothing there, if anything it was all the way somewhere else. She really didnâ€™t want to travel so she just gave up and attempted to go back to work. Her boss was pissed at her and threatened to fire her and after a few minutes of begging and pleading he relented on giving her less hours so he wouldnâ€™t have to worry about it that much. Will it actually work? She had no idea if it would or not but at least it was a bit of a solution, well at least for the time being.<br/><br/>Her feet pounded the earth and she pulled her coat tighter to her. If only the incident had happened around there, she would have been more than happy to help. Along the small of her back held her throwing knives while on either side of her ribcage held her duel wield pistols. She loved those guns, they were the Kel-Tec PMR-30, beautiful guns she had made to be effective against demons. Since they were of her own design, yes they were based off of the gun with the same name just a few small adjustments to make sure the demons stayed dead. There were those who did not know of weapons like her, and although she knew that Ijemaru was one of those who knew about them but were not that affective with them. In a way she envied him and his brains and the ability to accept and or deal with what was given him much better than she herself did.  Yes she still sort of thought of him as a stick in the mud but that didnâ€™t counteract his good points, not that sheâ€™d ever admit it.<br/><br/>Snickers was perched, curled tightly around her neck as she walked bored and tired out of her mind. She would however have to report into the school for training a little later. The more she walked the warmer she got to the point where she had to readjust or die of heat stroke. She hated it when she got to cold. Her thermostat was all over the place, usually got that way after not using her powers for long periods of time, sheâ€™d have to work on that one. Taking a deep breath she looked down at the now irritated Snickers, sheâ€™d had to get her cat off her shoulders so she could actually take off her coat, and paused. The school was in view, now was the time for her to teach. She rolled her eyes but paused as she watched Vincent walking into the entrance. He must have been somewhere far away to warrant a visit. She hadnâ€™t seen him in quite a long time.<br/><br/>Heather picked up her pace but missed him as he walked in. Alright, this time the alarms were not going to go off if she had snickers with her. She had to tell the guards last time that Snickers was just a cat, nothing more nothing less, why it went off had been a mystery until she learned they were doing repairs. It was the worst couple of weeks theyâ€™d seen in a long time. Instead of heading to the principals, or vice principals office to let them know she was there, she went straight to the training area. The weapons were all laid out by her assistant and soon the new recruits, or fresh meat as she normally called them, would be all lined up in a nice line. Like the other years she would instill in them the importance of the weapon, the dangers and the problems with getting it all wrong. No mercy would be shown, she would sometimes even shoot a few low charge blasts of electricity at them to test their reflexes, if they couldnâ€™t even dodge that, they did not belong there.