When the plane finally landed, Stephanie closed her file folder and slipped it into the carry-on bag stowed under her feet. She sat patiently, watching the baggage handlers out the window, until the plane had emptied enough for her to be able to get out of her seat. Along with the duffle bag she'd carried, she also had a larger carry-on stowed over head, which she retrieved easily. She was a slightly-built, athletic girl, but she still seamed to handle the heavy rolling carry-on case with remarkable ease as she pulled it from the overhead bin and lowered it to the floor without struggle. Gracefully, she carried the two bags up the isle and out of the plane.<br/><br/>A shiver traveled the length of her spine as she deplaned, grateful to be free of such a small, confined space. The airport was small, and familiar to her after so many visits and she navigated quickly to the exit, her pace much faster than most, without appearing to do more than stroll. She hadn't checked baggage, as she was in too much of a hurry to bother with baggage claim. she always traveled light anyway. Taking the first available taxi, she gave directions to the downtown area, then sat back in her seat comfortably.<br/><br/>Pulling out the same folder she'd been studying on the plane, she once more went over the files, committing to memory the details of the person she was to find. Another law-breaker. It was just another job to her. She would find the one who'd broken the law badly enough to attract the attention of the Counsel, then inform them of their punishment. Usually, it was just a fine, or service of some kind. Occasionally, she had to apprehend. This time, she expected things would go rather smoothly. It was only a pyromancer, and rather low-grade one from what she could tell of the limited information in his file.