Kara's phone started to vibrate in her pocket She frowned down at it, before fishing it out. White light flashed and blinded her as she turned on the screen. She squinted and then blinked a few times before staring at the notification of a text. She opened it up as she took another puff up her cigarette before she suddenly choked on it and started to wheeze for air through her laughter and suffocation.<br/><br/>"What the fuck type of car is that? Is that... scooby doo?" She started cracking up laughing hysterically in the empty alley. After a few minutes she finally calmed down and took a deep breath. She grinned down at her phone, shaking her head at the image and stated typing out a new text message.<span style="font-style: italic">"Looks like Scooby Doo is in town."</span>She cracked herself up as she sent the text to them before pocketing her phone again and taking another puff of smoke.<br/><br/>She feeling of content from that image degraded fast as she began to think about tonight. Don't come unarmed, huh? Shit. She had a gun she could use but she really didn't like the sounds of this. Should she call it in? It would blow her cover... She shook her head, refusing to let that happen. She was only getting started, if she was going to get any info she'd had to get knee deep into their shit. Can't back out of this now.<br/><br/>After a few more hours of work, she clocked out and headed to her apartment. It was a small little studio apartment with nothing in it but a mattress on the ground and a TV in the corner. She dug through a box in another corner and pulled out an automatic pistol. She sighed, hoping it was clean. She popped out the rear, hearing the bullet click into place. She opened up the magazine and checked how many bullets she had. Completely full. Good on them. She tucked the gun into the back of her pants as she glanced over her apartment with a sigh. It wasn't a bad set up, but she definitely would like some big cash flow soon. The job paid shit, but it put food in her stomach and that's all she really needed.<br/><br/>She walked out of the apartment, quickly locking up and heading out. A few minutes later she stood in front of the liquor store Chaz had mentioned and pulled out another smoke. She didn't bring the recorder with her this time. Took risky. She also didn't let her handler know either. Another risky move. But it didn't matter. If she was going to stop this war between the AOC and Black Orchids, she was going to have to jump into the fray of it.