Julia pulled into the parking lot of a local sporting goods store and parked in a remote spot a good distance from the actual store. She was having second thoughts about this heist, she'd never done anything like this before. Apart from the drugs she was a nice law-abiding citizen, a firefighter, a government employee herself. The whole thing gave her a feeling she wasn't comfortable with. But she had been assured that noone would get hurt, and to distrust him would be to violate her very core beliefs. She really didn't want to think about what the distraction might have been if she wasn't a part of the plan, at least this way she could make sure that at least on her end noone really did get hurt. Still, if Alan wanted a 'distraction' she was gonna do it her way, he might not like it, but as long as it kept some attention off of him he was in no place to complain. It was a reassuring thought, at least enough to quell her concerns for now.

Julia meandered through the store taking time to check out all the camping equipment before getting what she came for. Alot of nice stuff, it was nice to look, but she didn't actually need any of it. So she eventually turned her attention to finding what she came for, not that it was difficult. A few minutes later she was looking at a small section full of football helmets, stacks of Xeniths and Riddells in a variety of colors and some with the Falcons logo on them. The design didn't matter, she was gonna change that regardless, the fit however was important. She tried on several helmets, occasionally she'd laugh as she caught a glance of herself in a nearby mirror. She certainly wasn't built like someone who would typically wear one and add to that the fiery red hair flowing out of in every direction from every helmet she tried on, it was just enough to tickle her fancy. But eventually she settled on a plain white Riddell helmet and a black tinted visor.

Back in her Jeep Julia set about phase 2 of her plan for the day. Bringing out her phone she began to look up hydrographic printers in Atlanta. The list was short, and they were all willing to do custom work so she chose by distance. Of course going with the one furthest away. A few hours of Atlanta traffic later she had dropped off the helmet and design she wanted on it, and with the assurance that it would be ready to pickup the next morning she set off once more. Going wherever her whims took her for the rest of the day.