[center][h1][color=#bb61f2]Sophia Ward[/color][/h1][/center]
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Sofia couldn't sleep. Prison, after curfew and in a reinforced cell, was always silent. On the third floor of the shit-cheapest block of apartments this side of the 2nd Layer, the traffic and voices never truly stopped. Every twenty minutes the train went by. The track being several buildings over. It was too damn loud. All Sophia could so was just lay there and use the opportunity to relax and let her mind wander.

She'd gotten out to an almost unrecognisable world. All her old superiors were dead and her underlings were either arrested or higher ups in new gangs. Going back to the criminal world wasn't feasable and without her old connections, would probably just get her killed. It was a funny twist of fate that the same day that she'd resigned herself to the fact she was going to have to start begging and scraping for an ordinary job, she found the orb. She listened to the message and got the printed ticket. Yesterday was a day of making preparations, buying a whole new wardrobe, cleaering out her old accounts and setting up new, up-to-date ones. A quick trip to the seedier alleys she knew of, and she also managed to find the identical model of handgun that she used to own. She always felt safer and more secure with a hidden sidepiece. Old habits.

The moment the sun came up, she got out of bed with a sigh. The light coming through her thin, hole-filled curtains made dozing much harder now. She got dressed in her boots, black jeans, large, gaudy silver belt, and leather jacket. It was the same one she was wearing when she was arrested, and was restored along with her other affects. She had noticed that nobody she'd seen walking around wore leather anymore. She remembered a time when you couldn't move for the stuff, but even before she was incarcerated, it was starting to go the way of the grey trenchcoat. Oh well, leather was just all the more appropriate for being a garment out of time, like Sophia herself.

Once she was dressed, she made herself a coffee and smoked while she drank it, before placing the used mug in the sink and heading out. She first caught the train to Central, before having breakfast from a street vendor. Some unknown seafood in a wrap with some wilting salad. It was probably healthy. Maybe. Possibly.

She sat down and closed her eyes on the scheduled train from platform 15 to the tower. Sophia closed her eyes and tried to use this moment to get some additional rest before her 'work mode' was needed.

[b][Color=#0047AB]"Why would you wake me up!?! I was just about to get some answers!?! Who the hell even ARE YOUUUUU?! At least destiny has been kind to be so far. What would make today any different?"[/Color][/b]

Sophia opened her eyes, tutted, and looked a few seats over. Well, at least public transport being full of crazies hadn't changed. She reverted her eyed in front of her and closed them again, trying harder to shut everything out. Thankfully, it quietened down soon after and the rest of the trip was uneventful.

The moment the train pulled in, Sophia walked fast past the throng. She wanted to be punctual, if not early. It was drilled into her from an early age that gestures of respect to authority were things it was in your best interest to remember. That's how you get ahead in most lines of work. Sophia approached the reception, and merely uttered the words [color=#bb61f2]"IXth SU δ Division"[/color] in order to recieve instructions. Once she got out the elevator, she looked around. It started to dawn on her just how unfamiliar any of the technology in here looked, and for the first time, doubt was starting to set in.