[center] [h3] Elena Crow [/h3]
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Date: August 1, 2017 - 1:00pm
Location: New York Bound - Jet
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Elena looked out the window, frowning, as she reflected on the events of the day. The train crash hadn't been all that incredibly far from the middle of nowhere house she called home, maybe a 5 hour drive, and it hadn't taken long for her to get a call.

She'd packed and headed out, taking longer than she probably should have. She didn't particularly want to leave the solidarity of the woods, but knew she had no real choice otherwise.

The Dark Shadows were moving. It was clear to her that bigger things were coming. Maybe it was war. Maybe it would be like it always had been.

Either way, she knew things needed to change. Everywhere. Everything. Everyone. Things couldn't remain how they were.

It was times like this that she wished she could contact her best friend. Hell, would Paulie even answer? Did she ever wonder about Elena?

She shook her head lightly, leaning back into her seat and sipping on the wine she'd requested.

Whatever was going to happen, someone higher than her felt that she was needed on site for missions. With any luck she'd continue operating on a solo basis, but her gut told her that wasn't going to be the case.
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[Center] Time: 3:13pm
Location: New York streets [/center]
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Elena stepped out of the car in front of the Codex building, sighing and waving the driver off.

Entering the front door, she flashed a badge and continued walking.

"Tell them I'm here," Elena called out with a wave behind her.

She continued up the stairs, preferring them over elevators, with a runners bag strapped to her back carrying her supplies. Several scrolls, notebooks, everything she thought she might need for whatever they wanted her for.

"The Artist, present and reporting for activity," she murmured to the secretary.