The Osprey rises with the sun, and she sets out for another target. "The capital should have plenty of people. A flock for me to choose from," she starts to head to DC, cutting through some trees. In the back of her mind, she prays that she won't see that strange young man again. When her mind wanders to that incident, she ponders why the hell her arm shook. [i]She[/i] wasn't afraid, she has no reason to be, never does as she's the one with the gun. Right? No that can' t be it. She mentally eliminates each reason she'd studied as to why someone would shake.