She didn't bother seeking shelter from the snow as it began falling harder, her mind falling more and more into her thoughts. She was not naive to the danger she had put herself into, naive to what she was doing. She knew using the multiple, dead emails were a good way to keep the government from finding her, especially since it seemed the sender IP addresses were abandoned houses or factories, places where it was unlikely she would be. She smirked a bit, knowing she had done better than most. But there was that one mistake.<br/><br/>It was one she regretted. A program she ran, one that was supposed to hide her IP address shuffled it into the mix. It was seen, and it hit the radar fast. She seemed to check her phone every few minutes, almost as if waiting for something. But she was soon distracted as she looked towards another person arriving at the tram stop. "Not really." She said, declining his offer. She didn't know who he was,mor if those cigarettes were laced with any drugs. She seemed to drift into her thoughts, biting her lower lip as her phone began going off. She turned it off, biting her lower lip.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">Well, guess I'm not going home, glad I melted the hard drive...</span>' She thought to herself as she looked at the scene on her phone screen, a security feed of her computer repair shop. They were already there, and since her apartment was above the shop, there was no going there. She turned off the phone, shoving it into her pocket as she sighed a bit. This was going to be an interesting night, that was certain.