She hung up the phone, reminding herself to put it on the... what was it... 'receiver'?  Whatever, damn thing made it easy to get in contact with the station... at<em>all</em>hours of the days and weeks of course.  She made her way upstairs, to her safe in her bedroom, and quickly spun the numbers around, opening it.  Retrieving her Model P08 Luger and her Colt Police Special service revolver - she was already wearing her .32 1903 Colt Pocket Hammerless after all - she quickly suited up, her revolver at her hip with her cuffs and the small pouch of extra cartridges for the revolver, and the Luger under her left arm behind her heavy breast, a couple clips on the other side of her body, just in case.  Jacket on, nobody was the wiser as she made her way downstairs and picked her hat back up, before deciding she might as well take her new automobile out for a drive...<br/><br/>And so she was in the car after making sure it would start , getting on the the 'paved' street and making her way to the station.  She had to wonder, frowning slightly at being so interrupted, what it is that she needed to do<em>now</em>?  She'd just had a good 'companion' who helped her relax and 'relax' too...