The warehouse was empty when Grey arrived, but a single tell tale light was visable in the very back, She kept going until she stood in the sparse circle of light. A Fold up table had been placed in the middle of the circle and behind there was a person, the face was obscured by the shadows the light was casting.
"How was your commute? Not too dreadfulI hope?" The voice was distorted, having been stripped from anything that could be telling of a gender.

"Good." Grey answered coldly, not having deemed the small talk important enough to entertain her employer with. 
" I saw it last night, " She continued, " Just like you wrote, it was fast. It's movements weren't...fully human, You aren't dealing with some..run of the mill rich kid trying daddy's new tech either, too organic." 
Grey explained, the fight replayed in her head again, " Costume seemed to be home made." She recounted.
"...." The person behind the table stirred and began to walk from one side of the table to another. "Interesting..and you are ready for tonight?"

Grey nodded.

"Good, because anything that does not go according to plan will be traced back to you."