<div align="center"><strong>A Packing Ferret On the Move</strong></div><br/>Reaching what she called home, Ferret immediately set to emptying the rucksack she’d purchased and filled. She then went about methodically packing it with needed things. Some of her purchases went within, and other things she thought she might need. The burkas she set aside for the time being as she went about her packing. Soon though she eventually turned to them and started modifying them after gathering sewing supplies. After a couple of hours, she had all three burkas set up for her needs and specifications. She quickly tried them one one at a time and found that they still looked like when she’d bought them. With a nod of satisfaction, she folded them up and set them on top of everything in the sack.<br/><br/>Next she found an old battered satchel and went to filling it with a  variety of items she’d need. After that was packed to her liking, she then finished packing with a pouch that could be tied to her belt under the burkas. Finally done she looked everything over and thought some more. Finally satisfied she forgot nothing, she placed all three bags near the door. Grabbing a banana, a cold left over garlic parmesan bread stick and a pop, she went to her computer and settled in. While she ate her dinner she called up files from her last job. Strangely enough she still had clearance and access to the sensitive files.<br/><br/>Eating one handed, she started  flipping through all the files, taking just a minute to read through each one before moving on. Morning would dawn and she would shut down the computer and go hop in the shower, Grabbing a yogurt, plastic spoon, and her three bags, she would head out the door and to headquarters. Once she arrived there, she would go through security protocol once again then head to the armoury and gather the weapons and armour she picked out into yet another bag.<br/><br/>Heading back out, she went to her motorcycle and geared up to ride. She tied the bags on to the back of the bike then headed out. Arriving in Melting Pot a short while later, she’d scoot to the back seat and one of the boys sitting there would hop on. Briefly she told him where to go. Once there. She’d strip out of the riding gear and hand them over, gather her things and head inside without looking back. The young man would take off. Ferret always left her bike with someone when she went on a mission. That way, if something happened to her, it always had a home.  She headed to the assigned tarmac and waited for the rest of her crew and to board. She was surprised to find Siouxsie and Ferdi there, and frowned at the ill omen that brought.<br/>