Arianna sighed as she stepped into her apartment, dropping the mail and her keys onto the small table beside the door before turned to close, chain and deadbolt the door. Still facing the door she stretched, letting out a weary sigh as her small frame went up onto her tip-toes and her arms stretched above her head. Muscles tightened and strained as she held the pose for a moment before dropping down to the flats of her feet. With no sense of urgency, she slipped her butterfly knife out of her boot and the lock picks she kept in the other and set them on top of the mail. With practiced ease she began to unlace the boots before slipping them off. The absence of the black leather boots with the chunky three inch thick soles left the girl standing barely over five feet tall. Slim, dextrous fingers slipped through her long dark hair, slashed through at seemingly random intervals with thick strips of bright, nearly neon orange. She rubbed her temples as she moved into the kitchen. Today had been long and frustrating. She hated negotiating with the government types the most. They always tried to lowball and those pompous wind bags always acted like this was her first time. If they only knew, she mused.<br/><br/>Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed out an apple and a bottle of water and headed down the hall. She stopped momentarily though and slipped her hooded sweatshirt off and tossing it onto the back of the couch before continuing down the hall to her room. Taking the key from her pocket, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. She could never resist the smile that lit her face as she stepped inside. Setting her food down, she flicked on the series of monitors that adorned the majority of one wall. Plopping down into the chair her fingers began to fly across the keyboard, bringing up schematics and layouts of a particular hotel. She had months to plan this job but she was a firm believer that the soon the plan was in place, the more easy it was to adapt to the unforeseen. Again, she stretched her slender form, arching over the back of the chair. Her modest chest strained the front of her black t-shirt before she leaned forward again to get back to her research. She began to eat, the apple crunching as she bit into it. She would get the basic layout and then call it a night. Arianna did not want to be at this all night. She was still too tense from having to deal with idiots. She needed a good night sleep to de-stress.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>