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In a room lit only by a single candle, Lawrence sat at a table in a rented room. The room had been offered for free, but the commander of the Town Guard wasn't the type of person to take credit or reward for the work her subordinates did. Still, the offer had been appreciated, not for the pleasure of special treatment, but because it meant that the work they had done was paying off. People felt safe under the Guard's protection, and wanted to show their thanks.

Lawrence raised one hand to her face to rub away the weariness. She had been on the road for the past few days, trying to get to this town. She had had analysts running probabilities on scavenged military computers specifically designed for this kind of work, and based on the information they had, this was where the duo she had been trying to catch were most likely to show up next. Still, even before the world tore itself to pieces, this kind of prediction had been guesswork. Now that the world had changed, the motivations of people had changed, so the software had been reconfigured. Without the proper technicians, the work had been stopgap. Her people gave her a 50% chance of a correct placement, at best.

She had sent others to the other most likely places, but coming to the town with the largest chance of success was her job. Her aide had argued with her, trying to get her to stay in New York, but these two had already killed more of her men and women than she could just sit by and allow. She had to get personally involved in this case, so she had made her way into the town quietly, sneaking in without being noticed. Not only did that ensure she didn't raise a scene and scare off her prey, but it allowed her to assess the state of the town's defenses. She would have to talk to the Quartermaster here. His troops were getting complacent, and that reflected badly on the rest of them.

She sighed and prepared to leave her room, leaving her typical equipment in her bag. Nobody around here knew what she really looked like, since to the world Lawrence Nightguard was a tall figure in a trench coat and gasmask. The easiest way for her to blend in with the crowd was to be in plain sight.