[hr][h1][color=#ffe0bd]Rhea Harlow[/color][/h1][hr]
[u][i]Strongriver Plaza, Hedgemount[/i][/u]

Air whistled past Rhea’s skin as she soared over the Baybridge rooftops. Mid-leap as she was with the sprawl of concrete and alleys below her. The afternoon sun shone bright, and the air was crisp. Rhea adjusted her feet as she landed on the next rooftop, barely throwing off her stride as she continued to freerun. Her body glimmered with small bolts of light that left a faint trail in her wake.

It was rare to find someone watching the rooftops here, but Rhea kept her eyes open. There, on Jenny’s Jewellers, a lady with a set of binoculars scanned the buildings. Rhea changed course and fire-poled down an emergency ladder, navigating around the jewellers from the street. In the eyes of bustling people, Rhea dropped the electrical lights on her body and blended in with ease.

Several blocks down, Rhea returned to the roof and checked her watch. [i]Ah, right on time.[/i] The nightclub she had a delivery for was roughly five blocks away. She could make it there in a minute and a half. Adjusting her ballcap, Rhea broke into an empowered sprint. Her gloved hands caught the cusp of the next ledge, and she launched herself over.

“Aegis, what’s your status?” Her earpiece buzzed.

She slowed down, pressing a button. “I’m on schedule.”

 “Great. There're no more jobs due, so when this is delivered you’re home free.”

“Affirmative, Hallmark. See you tomorrow.”

Rhea smiled. Going home early was a rare occasion. It couldn’t have better timing since the Harvest Festival was tonight. Having only heard the stories, Rhea wanted nothing more than to experience it herself. She would, of course, need to stop by the public gym to borrow their showers.

The nightclub’s parking lot was devoid of any visitor cars, or people, for that matter. Nighttime was many hours off; their busy streak. That made things less complicated for Rhea. She hung on the wall before landing on a crate in the business’s alley. The back door leading to the parking lot appeared a little worse for wear. Rhea gave the dented door a grimace, knocking out a precise rhythm on the metal.