Jackie glanced up as the man spoke, she didn't say anything, but she watched the news.
[i][u]"There aren't many stable photos of these people, but there have been sightings of some of these Vigilantes."[/u][/i] One of the reporters said, putting up a picture of a blurred photo, all of the colours kind of mixed together and nothing was really seen.
[i][u]"Sounds like some dumb people wanting to get themselves killed."[/u][/i] One of the presenters said, laughing at his own words before they moved on to the next topic.

Jackie looked back to her sketchbook and turned to the next page, presented with the back of the book. She gave a bit of a frown before she closed the sketchbook itself. Her phone gave a small buzz, she checked it quickly.
[u]Head home, dropped off a package.[/u] The text said from a contact she had labelled as 'Mysterious'. She had never really met this person, ever since the accident they had dropped off things to her house when she wasn't there, things that she needed, things that helped her.

She slipped her sketchbook away into her sidebag before she took the last swig of her drink. She placed her cup gently on her saucer and stood quietly. She moved to fix up her hoodie, feeling it riding up quietly.
She moved to set off towards her apartment, luckily it wasn't too far from work; which meant it wasn't too far from the Cafe either.