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[hr][b]Location:[/b] The Streets
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Well shit. The darker of the red heads and the guy with the mohawk were following her, and trying to hide it really badly. Mali turned back to face forward and pretended like she didn't see them. If they knew she was onto them, it would probably only encourage them. The idea to try using public transit to throw them off briefly crossed her mind, and while it wasn't a bad idea [i]per se,[/i] if they managed to follow her on one, she'd be stuck with them in a metal tube for longer than she would want to be (at all).

The good part about knowing you're being trailed is that you know where you need to go, but they didn't. Mali pulled out her phone and checked the battery level. 64%. She made a mental note to charge it overnight more often rather than forgetting about it entirely. But for her purposes (finding her way back home either by bus, walking, or whatever), it would suffice. From there, Mali would turn corners mostly at random and as often as possible. After about 20 minutes she would pull out her phone again, pulling up her internet browser, only to be greeted by the homepage filled with news on how somebody else who lived at Boston Heights had just been found dead in a fountain by the park. Not only that, it was also the guy who lived right above her with that Russian chick.

She didn't really know how she should react. After all, she didn't really know the guy, but two deaths within essentially half a day of each other was certainly cause for concern even if they turned out to be completely unrelated from one another. She did make another mental note to not go around that park for a week or ten. These apartments had to have some sort of voodoo curse placed on the or something. 

Bringing her mind back to the task at hand, Mali looked backwards to make sure she still wasn't being followed. So far they had been some persistent bastards, but she didn't think that they would be persistent enough to follow her for longer than a quarter of an hour. Meanwhile on her phone she pulled up bus routes to see if there was a stop nearby and what the routes/schedule were, and if she would be able to make it back to the apartments that way. Even if it would take longer than just walking back, at this point Mali just wanted to sit down and take a break at this point.