Vixen rode her bike through the gates nothing but a low hum coming from her engine. She saw to it that her ride was a stealthy as possible. Her weapons hidden only coming out when she need them. She rode her bike the garage and came to a smooth silent stop. She slung her leg over the side and stood next to her bike. Pulling off her helmet her hair up on the top of her head, she looked around her new home. At least the garage was supplied well enough. She looked about already noting where the cameras were. She was going to have to get used to being watched 24/7, she was used to staying hidden and private.<br/><br/>She turned and keyed in her pass code on her bike. It had a randomisation program that only she knew the correct math to, that would give her the next pass code. She sighed and grabbed her bag her boots not making a sound on the ground as she walked. She wore low hanging black raver type pants clung to her hips as she walked. The leather jacket she wore clung to her body as a second skin. She entered the house and walked in note every camera as she did. There had to be a blind spot...always was stupid government never could cover ass completely