[u][b]Omnivore[/b][/u]

This was the place. At least, it looked like the place. That's what it said on G-Maps.

From atop a building beside the bar she looked down at the site where the meeting was meant to take place. It definitely wasn't much to look at. All of this really left her wondering why they couldn't of just held a video conference. Heck, even an IM chatroom would of been preferred. This was just... Awkward. Not really her fashion either. Public places where killing normies left right and center were frowned upon were no fun.

She kept a low profile, making sure her body was below the line where people on the sidewalk could see past the left of the rooftop she was on. For particularly public outings like this she wore a ghost outfit, a big white tarp with two holes cut out for eyes, over her regular clothes. People were much less likely to scream at an out-of-season trick-or-treater as opposed to a metal killing machine. That is, [u]if[/u] people saw her. She was definitely big on cutting down on living witnesses or just living normies for that matter.

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Looking at the bar she switched her normal vision into thermal vision. She could count each body which occupied the joint currently as well as spot any other sources of heat in the location as well, such as the radiator. This didn't give her an exact idea on who these people where but it did let her know just how many were already there. There were always other ways though.

People walking on sidewalks always had that funny habit of looking forwards, rarely ever surveying their surrounded and even less commonly looking up. With a quick glance over to make sure nobody had seen her she made a quick leap from her roof to the bar's roof. Given how close the buildings were to each other the jump was as easy as scrolling through a log. Over the alley the fleeting white specter passed over, the faint silvery edges of her foot claws just barely peeking past the winding tarp.

[b]Tictic, tic.[/b]

The sound of her landing was faint, like a fork tapping against a dining table. As quiet as it was hearing it from on top of the roof below the ceiling the sound was virtually non-existent. City building were great for getting by unnoticed thanks to their dull square designs. Out on the roof of the bar she could sit right in the middle and be impossible to see from below. She went behind the rooftop access door and sat in it's shadow so she'd be concealed from helicopters and such.

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From her pocket she produced a cell phone, remarkably clean of blood given what she had done to it's owner. In the darkness below the tarp the glow of the screen illuminated the deadly trap her mouth was opening, a cord slithering out from it's socket. All but one of the prongs at the head of the socket folded in. With the remaining prong it plugged into the headphone socket. It connected their systems and Omnivore swiftly overrode the previous system, leaving the phone at it's complete mercy to use however desired. Omnivore never desired to have wireless signal capabilities because having such things available all the time left their system exposed to remote hacking attempts but occasionally using an external device for such means was no big deal. Once it was done it could just devour the phone for parts, an added treat.

Now she recognized the presence of one agent's cell phone but the other she was less acquainted with. She found it amusing how few normies bother taking their cell phone's batteries out. It's as if they don't know that their phones can be remotely turned on and made into a simple listening device. It was child's play bypassing the ring tone and going straight into the call, muting her phone's audio input so he couldn't hear any noise coming into his phone on her end.

As far as Agent Rutabaga would be concerned his phone would be just as he left it. There wasn't even a |Call In Progress| message since Omnivore suppressed it. All that was left was for Anny to sit back and listen in on the meeting she was technically attending in a sense.