<div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12108300/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Danika Quinn<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>63 Wall Street, New York, Penthouse. | Sometime after 1000 hours<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Cropped blk & wht varsity jacket & red hoodie, blk beater, pale jeans, blk sneakers, mis-matched multi-color socks, blk beanie<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Danika blinked but was hardly surprised as the woman, Kane, took her phone and turned away like she hadn't said a single thing. Taking it at face value she assumed the woman had expected her to do something fancy on the spot like some kind of performing monkey. Which Dani was not.<br/><br/><em>Whatever. Its on her now.</em>The Vegas native rolled her eyes and blew another bubble, pushing that from her mind and lingering for all the time it took for her to decide she needed to see if they'd even given her anything to work with or whether they expected her to sit there and pull a rig together from scratch. If they really wanted her to get to whoever was running this little club here would have found a way to clear her home setup from evidence and had it sent here but she knew that was likely not the case, not with the shit she'd managed to dredge up. Of course, there was also her laptop. If that was at least sent up she could be up and running quickly but again she got the feeling that whoever was in charge wasn't really doing them any favors.<br/><br/>Everyone had already left the room by the time Danika scooped up her envelope and the box containing her new phone. She was almost sure in addition to tracking software there'd be additional hardware inside the device. They'd want to keep tabs on their investments after all. Her dilemma was how much she wanted them to be able to track her. She didn't much care for being told to toe the line or being looked after like a child but she was just practical enough to know there was a flip side to this. If some shit went down wrong, did she want them to be able to find her?<br/><br/>Her decision wasn't as difficult as it probably should have been. She might not have known everything about this initiative--which would change--but she knew enough. Enough to know that if she got screwed there wouldn't be a damn cavalry. She was nothing more than an<em>expendable asset</em>after all. The so called team had already shown they were in it for their own motivations and that was it. So Dani would look out for numero uno as she'd been doing all her life.<br/><br/>Dani was all business as she pulled out her own phone, jacked in her headphones, and replaced her beanie. Still chewing the sugary grape bubble gum she walked to the front door. However, rather than leave the place, Dani turned and began to walk the penthouse. Her head bobbed along to the hip hop pumping into her ears loud enough that she'd probably be deaf by 40 and she tuned out the other bodies moving around in favor of focusing on the layout, the details, her fingers hanging down and tapping against her thigh as she first moved through the foyer and living room.