Kijani made it to her room, and she didn't know how. Her whole body was shaking. Getting in, she stared at her room, which was spotless. All of her things were packed and labeled. She had cleaned. The only possessions remaining were her laptop, and her sword, sitting neatly in it's scabbard. 

Wiping the tears from her face, she went to her bed and slipped her hand under her mattress. Pulling out the communicator, she went to the bathroom and tossed it into the toilet, flushing it. Even if it managed to survive being submerged, it would be useless to track.

Her phone rang in her pocket, and she sighed. Was Connor calling her that fast? She answered it without looking. 

"What?"

"Ms. Ryane. I didn't think you'd pick up."

Of all the days, of all the hours. Kijani rubbed the bridge of her nose. It would be faster to hear him out than try to ignore him. "What could you possibly want from me right now, Anthony?"