The wedge shoes made little noise as she descended the steps to the subway tunnel.  Pinstrip trousers brushed against the tops of her feet as she moved, one hand sliding down to part the opening of her purse while the other moved to undo the button at the front of her coat.  Agent Parker needed no identification to descend into this secure area as she already knew the automated security had inspected her and found her acceptable.  A cool air surrounded her as she, perhaps arrogantly, traversed the landscape without a concern for those around her.  Here she felt secure among her own people and in her own environment of espionage.  Behind her a wayward glance was given to ensure that her team traveled closely behind her.<br/><br/>“We are entering a secure facility to please keep your action to a minimum and necessary to the investigation at hand.”<br/><br/>The hand on her purse lifted a small device up toward her ear, hooking the metallic coral shape behind her ear.  A touch brought her into communication with her home base.<br/><br/>“Agent Parker here, I am at the mall.”<br/>