[h2][center]Charlotte Carrolle Lutwidge[/center][/h2][hr][indent][b]Lutwidge Manor[/b]

	With a huff, Charlotte nodded and shook his hand. Her grip was light, as expected, and her pale white skin felt all the smoother under his comparatively rougher one. 

	"Transport is a non-issue, I assure you."

	If it came to mobility, she had many choices to pick from. It was a heavy investment, but one she was found was well worth it. That being said, the vehicle she had in mind would be seeing use for the first time today.

	She stepped outside of the room, turning to Techster. "A moment if you please, as I get my gear ready."

	Aida bowed and followed suite. The two of them returned to their respective rooms, where they kept weapons at the ready. In particular, White Knight was already aware of the situation, and was waiting on Charlotte. Before the talkative suit of armor could even begin to open his blabbering mouth(?), Charlotte held a hand up, making him keenly aware that right now, time was of the essence. 

	It took a few minutes before they were ready, and when they returned, they returned ready for war. Aida was dressed in a black tank-top and cargo pants, her tied into a bun. She had her main and side-arm at the ready, as well as three decently sharp knives sheathed beside her left leg, right thigh, and over her chest. The ease with which she was handling the weapons implied that she'd had some time to practice them. She also had a telescope holsted behind the small of her back. Aida looked more like a professional soldier than a maid at a mansion.

	Charlotte, in contrast to her maid's more subdued looks, was currently armored by White Knight. The armor piece had shrunk to a size that could fit her, making it look almost comical, where it not for the fact that she was currently holding a gun in her hand, with a sheathed sword's hilt gripped in the other. Her face was completely obscured by her helmet, as always.

	"Aida's driving. We can plan our move on the way there. I've already sent someone to scout ahead for information."

	As she was speaking, Chesire sprinted as fast as he could to where he was instructed to go. He would get there significantly earlier than they would, and would be useful as a scout for the moment.

	Meanwhile, Aida led the two of them to the garage - a huge space behind the back of the house, filled with tools, more maps, and a large assortment of vehicles to choose from. The mannequin approached a thick looking van - sturdy enough that it looked like it could take hits, but normal enough looking not to be questioned by people on the freeway.

	"We'll be taking this. No objections?" she asked, although it was apparent that she'd prefer if there were none. They didn't have anymore time to waste on further dalliances.[/indent][hr]
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