<div class="floatright">(http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/8152/v309619combolasplit1.jpg)</div><br/>Far above the city, Vanessa floated cautiously, looking out over the streets and checking locations.  It wasn't a glamorous job, but she wasn't overly interested in glory and valor.  Far too many people had died already, and it wasn't as though mowing down zombies would stop the onslaught.<br/><br/>"East Fifth Street," she radioed back to HQ.  "The bookstore looks to be mostly untouched.  It probably got ignored during the initial rush and just nobody's been here in the interim.  The corner deli looks to have been completely ransacked; even the windows are broken.  Boards cover up everything in the jewelry store, so somebody might be trying to wait it out, or already failed in that attempt."  She had to stop thinking in terms of why someone would do something; it was getting way too depressing.<br/><br/>All the flying was making her head start to spin.  "I'm coming back.  It's starting to get a little hard to think straight.  Anything you want me to check on the way back, or anything like that?"<br/>