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[color=#3374ff][center]Location: Apartment -> Swathe Street Commons. Interacting with: Nobody in particular, but taking a glance at a few people.[/center][/color]

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For Amelia, today had been rather slow. Knight Enterprise was having most of its workforce contracted out for the rally at the Swathe Street Commons, but Amelia wasn’t one of the lucky ones that got to attend the rally in person. Not that she really minded. The lack of things to do gave her time to relax and focus on herself for a change. Currently, this meant that Amelia was sitting comfortably on her couch in her apartment, munching on a burger. She didn’t have her TV on, wanting to give herself a break from listening to random noise for once. For Amelia, this was momentary bliss.

Unfortunately for Amelia, this momentary bliss was shattered when her cell phone began to ring. Setting her half-eaten burger down and grabbing a napkin to wipe her hands and mouth with, Amelia grabbed her phone and looked at the small screen on the front. The fact that it read ‘WORK - IMPORTANT’ made her heart swell and sink at the same time. Something to do, but no more lazy time. flicking it open before putting it to her ear, Amelia answered with a professional tone to her voice, as was expected. [color=#3374ff]“This is Glory, go ahead … Jenkins is out sick? … Oh, that’s bad … Swathe Street Commons? Yeah, I can get there … Is there a dress code? … Alright. I’m on the move. Bye.”[/color]

Flicking her phone closed, Amelia grabbed her half finished burger and began to ruthlessly bite away at it. Leaving food uneaten was a good way to get an ant infestation… And it was a good burger besides. Once she was done, Amelia hopped up from her couch and took a moment to wash her hands. After drying them she began to step quickly around her apartment. Grabbing her gear, Amelia stepped out into the hallway and locked her apartment door behind her before heading for the parking garage where her motorcycle was kept. Plugging her key into a small slot in the back of the seat, Amelia pulled the seat upward and pulled a motorcycle helmet from the internal storage. Pushing the seat back down, Amelia gently pushed her helmet into place and tightened the straps around her chin. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

Pulling her key from the storage lock, Amelia straddled her bike and plugged the key into the ignition before pushing her way out of the parking spot. Swathe Street Commons wasn't too far away. As Amelia cruised along the streets, she thought about what her boss had told her: Jenkins had developed a really nasty case of shingles, and so he had to drop out of work at the last second to get treatment, which left them short staffed for the rally today. Amelia was one of the people who was on the reserve list, and had been called in to fill in the empty slot. Simple, but it robbed Amelia of her lazy day.

After a few minutes of driving, Amelia pulled into the parking lot of the central square suites. Pulling the key from the ignition, Amelia stored her helmet in the storage beneath the motorcycle seat and dug out her contacts case. Opening it gently, Amelia placed the pink contacts into her eyes, briefly washing the world in pink. It took a few moments for the smart systems to activate, but once they did that pink hue rapidly faded from her vision as the color correction kicked in.

Amelia began to walk quickly towards the Central Square suites, looping the earpiece that her transceiver had and keying into the security channels that her boss had mentioned in the phone call before she left. As soon as she was connected instinct took over her vocal cords and she spelled out a standard security greeting. [color=#3374ff]”This is Glory of Knight Enterprise, replacing a missing security team member. Clearance code 3374. Where do you want me? … Copy that. Out.”[/color]

Stopping just before she entered in the main door, Glory adjusted her jacket to make sure that the Knight Enterprise logo on the shoulder was clearly visible, and then on top of that retrieved her security badge and clipped it to the other side of her jacket. Then she checked to make sure the draw-lock on her holster was in place and nodded to herself before pulling open the front door and stepping into the Central Square suites. Flashing her badge at the front inspection officers, Glory was waved along and quickly made her way to where she was wanted: The refreshments table.

Along the way, she caught a glance of a few important people: Serena Petrukov, Johnny Lovecraft, and Kay were all leaving through the elevators. [color=#3374ff][i]”Well, I don’t have to keep track of them, at least.”[/i][/color] came to Glory’s mind. The three of them were tagged as high priority troublemakers. Though, naturally, Serena was also on the VIP list, so Glory had to keep her safe despite the antics she got up to. Those three being out of the picture made her job easier.

Rounding a small corner, Glory additionally caught a glimpse of Samsara Washington. Making a mental note of where he was, Glory was moving on when she caught a glimpse of someone nearby. It barely registered when Glory first saw them, but the retro looking 3-D glasses made her do an ocular double-take. Glory didn’t know her. But the awkward lump beneath the coat they were half-wearing caused her suspicion to begin churning. It was too large and too square to be a gun, though. Glory stuffed her suspicions down and made a mental note to keep an eye out for them.

Something else jumped out at her eye now, a woman slipping through the crowd, following a drone that was following someone else. A reporter? Probably. They would be the most likely people to have drones around, as they were a popular use for cameras. Glory ignored it for now, as she had other places to be that were of higher priority than chasing down an obvious-looking journalist.

Approaching the refreshments area, Glory found an indiscreet corner and gently slid into it. Sliding her hands into her jacket pockets, Glory did her best to look busy and distracted while she kept an eye on the crowds moving and shifting. During this time, she spotted two more people. One she knew, and one she didn’t. Lott was having a conversation with someone, Amelia couldn’t make out any details, but when Lott handed the other woman a card Amelia figured it might be related to the great game that was going on currently. [color=#3374ff][i]”Remember your neutrality. You are here to protect the gears of the political machine, not throw yourself into them.”[/i][/color]

With that, all Glory could do was keep watch and wait and see what would happen. Hopefully, nothing would happen. Hopefully. Glory knew better than to hope for something like that in a time like this, but at least she was capable of hoping for something.

Better than just wallowing in despair, anyway.