No answer. That was expected. Driving down the street, a weird transmission appeared through her phone. Changing her gps directions to another place nearby. How odd, was it the crusaders trying to trap her? Only oneway to find out.

(Pulls up at freelancer hq)
Chantelle jumped out of the car and peered around before the gps transmission deleted itself.
"Odd. Hello?"
She spoke softly, pulling her hood up, ready to pounce if she got attacked.