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The Centre had sent her a message that left Anya slightly concerned. Members of the Rezidentura had learned that there was a shapeshifter within the local community, and both city and county government agencies as well as state and federal agencies had tightened up on their security. Not that it would make her job impossible—she had after all fooled the American government into thinking that she was an American citizen born in New York, but she would have to be extra cautious around highly ranked officials, officials who worked their asses off everyday to seek and capture people like her. What may have been overlooked and passed off as a simple mistake in the past would now be thoroughly investigated, and Anya wasn’t the least bit thrilled to have additional eyes on her. But the job had to be done, whether she liked it or not.

With a sigh, the young woman shut off the water. She couldn’t even enjoy a damn shower without work issues creeping into her mind in the early hours of the morning. She dried off and wrapped herself in a warm bathrobe. Being that her hair wasn’t all that long, Anya didn’t need to wrap it up. She simply stepped into her slippers and walked out of the bathroom, yawning as she went. Las night had been...[i]adventurous[/I], if one could call it as such, and she had gotten little to no sleep, maybe a couple of hours at most. While she didn’t have bags under her eyes, one could easily tell she was having a rough morning as her snappy attitude would be a dead giveaway. 

But food would help, as it did most of the time. When she got to her kitchen, Anya began toasting some bread. She would have that with some varenye and a cup of tea. Nothing too filling, but tasty nonetheless. In the middle of her preparing her breakfast, her phone went off again. She almost didn’t want to have to pick up the phone call, but she didn’t necessarily have a choice.

“Yes?”

What she heard next made her morning worse. Apparently, the target she had gone after yesterday evening was not the right guy. Anya rubbed her eyes with one hand as she began pacing around the kitchen, asking numerous questions. As it turns out, the FBI had somehow figured out what members of the FSS were trying to achieve and intentionally fed them bad intel, successfully misleading the operatives away from their real target. Anya’s blood was boiling, and coincidentally so was the water currently on the stove, her kettle alerting her of such

“Alright, thank you for letting me know.” Anya hung up the phone and dialed down the heat, at which time she started getting her breakfast nook ready for her morning meal, one she enjoyed despite rushing the process a little bit.

Roughly half an hour later, Anya left her apartment and went off to work. She wasn’t running late per se, but her pace was rather brisk because if she were to slow down, then she might be pushing her luck with her timing. When the young woman rounded a corner, it was then she remembered one of her tasks for the week. Anya took out her phone and began texting Jonah.

[i]Hey, I have a contact who may possibly be able to track down Reaper. See you in the office.[/I]

Anya hit sent with a smirk on her face. Get Jonah’s hopes up, set up a fake hideout, and then claim they must have just barely missed him. He would be disappointed, but at least he owed her a favor, one that she would cash out on later down the line when it mattered.