[color=6ecff6][b]Speed Demon[/b][/color]

It looks like they weren't exactly in yet.

Probably just a test to see how they operate and such. There wasn't anything to record how good taggers were or what they were particularly skilled in under here after all. At least, none that she was aware of. How many of these newcomers would pass the second test?

[color=f7976a]“So yea, that’s that. If anyone has any other questions then I would be happy to answer but if not then I’ll see you tomorrow, same time as tonight.”[/color]

She glanced at her watch, noting that it was getting uncomfortably late. There was little time left before she had to sleep if she wanted any semblance of a good day tomorrow. Stumbling around with half awake wouldn't do much for her image, and it would rouse suspicion that she was staying up longer than she should. Pity, she would have loved to stay and see what else that idiot has in store, after declaring swinging a gun about was about maintaining his image. Pretty piss poor excuse, sounding like he had to compensate for something. Whats next, throwing a live grenade at people as greetings?

[color=6ecff6]"Nothing important. I'll be there tomorrow night."[/color]

With nary a word more, she rode off into the darkness, jetting her verniers to reach her top speed. There wasn't much time left, so she rode into several obscure routes, on the look out for tails. Satisfied no one was following her, she stopped by an alley behind a relatively seedy hotel, the kind that most people use, but has whispers about odd stains and the occasional unwanted insects inside. Retrieving a bag from a hidden box, she changed quickly and called a cab home.

From there it was a simple matter of sneaking in through the right doors and back into her room. Perhaps she'd make one of the maids her accomplice for tomorrow. It was getting rather tedious doing all this alone.