Mirany exhaled sharply in frustration as the stripped wires she was working on sparked unexpectedly. She just discovered why this single street light kept burning out so quickly; this was the third time this week she'd been sent to replace the bulb. Her boss would be very interested to learn that whoever had "repaired" this wiring last month had done a piss-poor job. She shook her head at the very thought of a fellow electrician carelessly breezing through such a task. There was never a good reason to do a job so shoddily, and she looked forward to throwing such a thoughtless sloth under the bus.

	She had just finished fixing the wiring and was testing the new lightbulb when her phone gave a single [i]ping[/i]. Removing her gloves, she reached deep into one of the many pockets of her work-issued cargo pants and read the message. Mirany grinned. [i]It's about time.[/i] Finishing her task a little more quickly, but no less thoroughly, she thought of whether she should stop at her apartment before heading over to the Safehouse. [i]No. I restocked my go-bag after the last mission. I have everything I need.[/i] She stripped off her gloves and lowered the cherry picker to the ground, eager to rejoin her team members and work up a plan.

	After dropping the cherry picker and her tools off at her work building, Mirany jumped onto her motorcycle and sped her way to the parking garage. As she rode down the elevator, she thought of every road to Ivalice she was aware of--and whether they should even risk taking a road. [i]I wouldn't. But I suppose it isn't entirely up to me.[/i] The elevator doors opened, breaking her out of her musings. She strode quickly to the Safehouse library and began selecting maps out of their well-stocked archives. Topographic maps, forestry maps, and road maps of Algareth and Ivalice all made their way under Mirany's arms, and she walked back to the main room to spread them all out on the large table.