[b]Bridgewater, New Jersey[/b]

Cheshire had been cleaning her apartment and listening to the radio when the broadcast went live. Even with her life at risk she grinned as she listened to the threat. She could imagine his movements with his evil monologue, the gestures and the showmanship. She half-listened to what was said. She heard the word friend and jumped up and down excitedly, she loved making friends. Manhattan Square? She loved that place! She didn't need to be forced to go anywhere, she wanted to go already. She turned off the radio and finished cleaning as quickly as she could. A bit of window spray here, wiping of the glass there, and a good work over on the floor with the mop. She even worked to clean off the walls and ceiling, but that had been finished first as she always liked getting the difficult stuff out of the way first.

She stepped up to a framed picture of her father and her mother from before she had been born. "I'm heading out Daddy. Bye Momma! Oh wait, right I need to pack up." She giggled a bit at her airheadedness.

She grabbed a duffle bag and put clothes in it. Then she pulled a box hidden in a compartment under her bed. Within were her wire and needles as well as a couple stacks of twenties and hundreds from small jobs and even a robbery. She shoved the money under her clothes into the duffle bag, and she slid the four needles into their respective hiding places up her sleeves each prepped with enough wire to be thrown twenty feet. Zipped up her bag and dropped it by the front door. At this point she had a thought: what if the other Operatives actually came? That would be great! It would be like a class reunion! Her smile had grown a good inch by now by these thoughts.

She then went to her kitchen and opened on of the drawers; this one held her office supplies and her checks. She then wrote out a check to pay for her rent over the next six months, and a note was written as well explaining she had a sudden business trip to her landlord and wouldn't be able to pay in person. She signed it with the name she was under here, "Cherry Sinclair".

Then she grabbed the bag and headed to her 1994 Geo Metro started the old thing and headed to Manhattan Square from her New Jersey home. Traffic was normal but that was fine, because she knew she'd make it before tomorrow anyways. She was excited about meeting new friends and meeting back up with old ones. "I wonder who's going to be there?" She mused to herself most of the trip.