Finally out of there. Aileen walked into a penthouse apartment, looking around. It was dangerous, she knew, being this close to the landing zone. But she also knew it was unexpected. Aileen sat in a chair, facing the door with a pistol in her lap, wearing a black bodysuit, skintight around her quite curvy, slender body. The bodysuit was Spartan, as any Spartan would be able to tell, but it was indistinct enough to be unidentifiable by the general public. All the better. She continued watching the door with blue eyes, red hair down to her shoulders. Her target would be arriving soon. And she needed the apartment to hide out. If she was doing good at the same time, so much the better.