<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Miami PD parking lot</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Walking to her car</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Nix Junior?  Who was he?  Emily had never heard of him.  Anyway it sounded like he had to be put to sleep; presumably he was a bad guy who’d made himself an obstruction…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">A party?  Shit, that sounded like she’d have to go in and do it with a pistol?  Would the dumpy disguise do?  If it was a really smart do she might be better going tall…unless it was a garden party or she could get at him through a window…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">As Gabriel said goodbye and walked off she got her phone out - so glad she'd made the time to call in for a new battery on the way - and logged into her email…there it was…she got to her car and heard the doors clunk open with its cool keyless entry…Oh there was Susan!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Hi Susan!” she called to her, “you got done first!  We were ages!  Hang on a sec, I just have to check this email…do you wanna hop in while I just read it? Do you mind?  It’s open.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily took her jacket off, hung it up in the back and slid into the driver's seat, aware that her skirt was riding up a bit; she was still decent though.</span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">edited to replace her shot-up phone battery </span> ::) </div></div>