Kijani lowered her sunglasses and turned her face up with the rest, as the G.U.N. battleship moved overhead. “[color=ed1c24]...weird.[/color]” She muttered to herself, taking a sip of her drink. She wondered what it was doing, moving out of sector. Digging into her purse, she pulled out a teeny earpiece and put it on. On her phone, she dug up one of the black-ops apps she had stolen and repurposed for herself. 

[color=ed1c24]“What do you have for me, rabbit ears?”[/color] She turned it on, quickly canceling out the frequencies of the electronics in the crowd. That just left the airship above. The “rabbit ears” worked wonders, and she’d had the military’s frequency memorized for years. Idiots kept using the same channels.

Making a meandering line through the crowd, she followed the shadow of the ship. So maybe she was picking up a little extra work on a day off. Money didn’t sleep, after all.