<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/24x2hkn.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Even in the late morning the coffee shop was bustling with people. The warmth the coffee shop offered was a pleasant relief from the bitterly cold weather that plagued the Big Apple, that alone being enough to attract its fair share of customers. Some were just on their way to work, while others were going on break after a hard half a days work. One such person the warmth of the coffee shop attracted was someone who many hoped would never cross their path.<br/><br/>As soon as she and her entourage entered the coffee shop more than a few conversations were cut short. Some would recognize her for who she was, because of their own dealings with the Black Vipers. Others went silent because they had heard the rumors, and didn't want to learn whether or not they were true. Whatever the reason, the ones who went silent would give her and her two companions a wide berth, not wanting to give any reason for them to come in to the red headed woman's crosshairs. B.T and company would come to a table that was already occupied by a couple, the two looking up to B.T with worried looks on their faces. Calmly, dully, the expressionless red head would utter a single word. “Move” her tone left no room for discussion. The male seemed as if he was going to stand and stay something, his female companion reaching out with the reflexes of a snake and grabbing his wrist. “Come on Justin. Lets go” she would plead, the male looking to her and nodding once. If that's what she wanted, he was going to abide.<br/><br/>Once the love birds were gone from the table, B.T would walk around it as a chair was moved to be seated behind her by one of her two companions, the redhead taking a seat. As soon as she was seated the seat was scooted away from the table and leaned back, B.T raising her slender legs up and over the table so her ankles rested on the edge of the table. While she did this her second companion would make for the counter and snatch the most recently placed order up, bringing it back to his boss for her to enjoy. A black coffee and a danish doughnut. Damn good order if you asked her. Not that she would say that out loud. B.T had situated herself so she could watch the news, dulled eyes reading the text of the closed captioning that scrolled across the screen, the words being about 20 seconds too far behind the anchor person's mouth.