It was good to be out and about in London.  She had lived her for years and yet she never felt quite like she belonged.  She would say it was good.  She was waiting for another job.<br/><br/>Astraea wasn't originally from England. Anyone who had met her knew that.  She didn't even like the country, but treasured being here because of her skills.  She had a set of skills that were very useful for her line of work.  She was mercenery in her cause and the darkness of the city only helped her with her "skills"<br/><br/>She walked into the alleyway awaiting contact.  It wasn't the place she had chosen but in this case, she would submit, at least...for the moment.