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This. Was. Boring.

Those were the only words running through her mind as she made her way through the crowd when suddenly her tedium was interrupted by a couple referencing a jokester.

Mhmm. She could torture them for information..... But that was against her orders, right? Lucky for them.

So instead, she followed them.

Fruitful choice it was, for she was quickly greeted by an embarrassing sight: the worst street magician she had [I]ever[/I] seen. She almost felt pity for the kid. Almost.

As everyone else left, she sauntered closer, sending a quick group text to the others.

[right] Blue:
Potential contact with Target. 7th near the museum and sculpture garden. Investigating. [/right]

She continued forward, stopping just a few paces away from the....kid? He certainly seemed younger than her. A sly smile curved her lips as she clapped lightly.

[Color=4863c0]"You show promise. Don't listen to the haters, haters gonna hate amirite?"[/color] she said smoothly. [Color=4863c0]"Can I help you up or pick up some of those cards?"[/color]