<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Vivian_small_no_earrings.png)</div><br/><em><strong>H, it would be appreciated if you could pick me up at the corner of Greenlane and Domingo Ave at 17:30.  V.</strong></em><br/><br/>It seemed a superfluous habit to not give away her home address but instead maintain this modicum of a precaution. Anyone with half a brain and a few eurobucks could find out where she lived in little time and with little effort. And while she trusted the cheerful Medic - as much as that was a thing in their line of work - old habits do die hard.<br/><br/>The time she had chosen should allow her to comfortably get home, pack her stuff, get picked up by Happy and reach their meeting establishment in a punctual manner. If she got going now. So she waved one gloved hand at the other forlorn souls around the burning barrel, mumbled something that someone with amplified hearing could identify as<strong>"Good Night"</strong>and was on her way.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/>At 17:23 Vivian was leaning against a brick wall covered in five year old graffiti that was already peeling off in places, almost as it it was making room for the next generation of spray painters. Her attire had not changed much. It was still freezing cold and her wardrobe was ... limited. Given the choice between looking cool and staying warm she preferred to favor her health over what little reputation she might have. The only new addition was the large bag slung over her left shoulder.<br/><br/>While they had a meeting point, anything else was as vague as could be. Did they want to start the run immediately? Via stealth or subterfuge? With everything on the table she had simply decided to try and cover all eventualities. So inside the bag was her one good dress and matching heeled shoes for the erotic escort impersonation, some dark colored but less bulky wear for the ninja impersonation, and her assault rifle plus ammunition clips for the murder hobo impersonation.<br/><br/>As the occasional snowflake started to settle on her hair she waited with statue like stillness for her ride to arrive and - undeterred by something like lacking success - to try and infect her with that over bounding cheerfulness.<br/>