The walk up to Cori's second-floor apartment is quick, marked by the confident echo of Tzahala's heels off of synthetic concrete and stuccoed walls. Like most residential communities in the area, the greater majority of the apartments' tenants are off working day-jobs or attending class at the moment, meaning that the woman pretty much has the outdoor hallways to herself... making it easier for her to work on her little surprise.<br/><br/>Like everything else in the apartment, the door is old-school: a simple tumbler lock, with the faintest gleam of a laser trigger glowing at the corners of the door to hint that the apartment's alarm system has been armed. Simple security, for a "simple" development. Of course, the fact that there's a White Sand terminal only a block away tends to help keep things that way...