She was sitting on the hood of her trunk resting comfortably when she saw him. Her hair was down and she was somewhat hidden by a light pole so she supposed he probably wouldnâ€™t know it was her right off the bat. Getting off the car she walked up to him and said, â€œItâ€™s about time you got here, I was thinking of taking off soon.â€ Hands on her hips she nodded to her car. â€œWhy donâ€™t we just go for a ride, I donâ€™t want to be around when they figure out what Iâ€™ve done and I donâ€™t want to talk here, too many ways to be overheard.â€<br/><br/>Without waiting she turned around and headed to the car slipping easily behind the wheel. She loved this car and sheâ€™d made damn sure there were not bugs in it. After sheâ€™d here sheâ€™d checked the car one more time, leaving nothing unturned. If theyâ€™d done something she would know about it, this was her baby. Sheâ€™d basically built the car from the ground up. She wondered what he was thinking of, that packet was bound to do something to the psyche. Not many civilians were privy to such information but since they needed him and were not being to kind about it she wanted to throw him an olive branch, so to speak. What he did with it was up to him. On the plus side he did come to meet her.