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[@Lady Amalthea] Sunie found herself working far more efficiently than she usually did. She hit a good work flow almost immediately and managed to keep it up. Everything just seemed to [i]work.[/i] If she managed to keep it up for the rest of the day, those first few hours of research/waiting for the internet to load might not end up reducing the overall volume of work she would normally produce. As the day approached lunchtime, there was this buzzing at the periphery of her perception. A buzzing that was distinct from the humming of machinery or the fluttering of wayward flies that had happened to make their way into the building based on the comings and goings of customers. It was only after the buzzing hadn't ceased after several minutes that it became evident what that buzzing was: the company phone had been ringing for quite awhile.

[@Nallore] Deciding that caution was the best plan of action, Anthony opted to choose a position where he would be least vulnerable. When he poked his head out to check out the alleyway, he found the woman he had been following looking out towards the street, feet at shoulder width and planted firmly into the ground. In her hand was a black pistol pointed forward. It took a second, but she spotted Anthony's head and trained the barrel of the gun from where he was hiding.

"Show yourself. I know you've been following me." Her voice was tense, but Anthony could tell immediately that it was mostly suspicion and anger with a good helping of anxiety. She was working with anything but a level head right now.