Perhaps there will be time for an old fashioned burglary later. First, however, is a black market sale: incomplete data obtained from neglected historical archives, plucked unseen in the midst of all the chaos. Fascinating, really, where security priorities lie in Union during times of strife.

There's a wisp of smoke from beneath a tattered awning, where a tall busty woman lounges in wait in the dark; one arm is folded across her stomach, while the other holds her hand high, long fingers balancing a cigarette holder. She certainly appears alone, and certainly looks unconcerned at being alone, in an temporarily abandoned section of the city.

There's a flick of ash, dulled embers lost in the grit and snow of the street. "..Ohh? What have we here." There's a throaty lilt to her voice. "On time, I see."