<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Kiara<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location</span></strong>: The Streets of Atro City, somewhere near the Cafe<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></strong>: Midnight<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged</span></strong>: K-9, possibly Jack Harth<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Que Music - Borgia Occupation - Jesper Kyd - Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood OST</div><div class="spoiler_body">[noembed]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaYTnPQqKyw (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaYTnPQqKyw)[/noembed]</div></div><br/>Kiara's intent was to take the long random route back to her safe house as she held and caressed the envelope in her hand. She took a few steps backwards towards the darker part of the street, deeper in the alley, when suddenly the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up. "Something" was close.<br/><br/>Kiara instinctively tugged at the peak of her cowl, lowering it over her head more, as if trying to shrink her form deeper into the shadows of the night. Her black leather pants stretched and creaked as her legs slowly backed herself up against the wall, her eyes peeling about the landscape around her, looking for whatever it was that was trying to spot her. Annoyingly loud to her, she knew it was probably not loud enough for whatever it was to notice unless it was already on top of her, in which case, she had a different set of problems than just creaky pants.<br/><br/>She looked up above her, just to make sure her worse case scenario wasn't already here. She had no idea where the stalker was but she wasn't going to hang around to find out. Kiara's family line had a history of this, she was told by her parents. Ancestors who lived in the shadows and had connections to the ancient arts. She hoped that they, her ancestors, were with her tonight as she began to scale the wall using the trash bins to reach the ladder of the fire escape. Up and up she would go, obviously not the quietest escape she could make but she more than made up for it by melding her form into the darkness, making it nearly impossible to spot her exact location from any vantage point.<br/><br/>Kiara had made it up to the fourth floor fire escape before she spotted "it". A massive hulking shape, almost formless in the dark, slouching through the alley, it's eyes, glowing against the dark, scanning the night. Kiara remained perfectly still. Waited for the beast to give up. She assumed it was the same K-9 that decapitated the drinker earlier, coming back for quick sniff of her scent that she left when she delved down to the sidewalk. She could try to take it down but at what cost and for what reason. The smarter move would be to avoid it completely as no one but her was in danger of it at the moment. She looked down at it, the voices of her ancestors whispering to her words that she didn't understand but yet, hoped protected her. It eventually gave up, seemingly slouching back away into the darkness of the deeper parts of the alley.<br/><br/>Kiara took the time necessary, using a bit of her balancing act and dexterity of her body swinging around some of the more stable parts of the fire escape to reach the top of the building. Deciding, once again, that the long random way back to her safe house was best tonight, she spent a good amount of time transversing the rooftops of Atro city while maintaining her marriage to the shadows, her eyes constantly scanning the city surface below her.<br/><br/>-End Music Queue-<br/><br/>Back at her safe house, Kiara strode in and immediately mounted Athena and her flat quiver on her weapon rack. Her hands then glided over the surface of her newest quiver that she was working on. The same design of the current flat mouthed quiver she wore but a bit more wide while the arrow guides and mounts were spaced closer together, giving her a quiver capable of storing up to fifteen arrows instead of ten. As she idly daydreamed while her hand caressed the material still being worked, her other hand picked up her smartphone out of her pocket and booted it up. Once booted she activated the Torbot app for untraceable transmissions and then made a VOIP call to her colleague in her line of "business".<br/><br/>While the connection request went out, she pulled out the envelop she retrieved from the decapitated drinker and opened it, spreading the paper open with her hand and beginning to read it. It was an invitation....  an invitation from the infamous Alexander of all drinkers.<br/><br/>From her phone, "Kiara?".<br/><br/>"Daryl... I may have something you should see."<br/><br/>.... silence...<br/><br/>"When?"<br/><br/>"Meet me here, as soon as you can. Sending you my location now." She tapped another soft-button on the Torbot UI and then back to her VOIP app hitting a Sat soft-button. After a moment...<br/><br/>"Received and keys say payload is secure and not intercepted in transit, be there as soon as I can."<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>Kiara closed the connection and stared at the invitation, lost in thought.