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While it wasn't the swankiest location Ximena had ever met a contact at it also wasn't the most rundown. The nature of her work meant that she hobnobbed with nearly-legitimate crime lords in upscale restaurants almost as often as she did smugglers in abandoned car parks. The key to any meeting was privacy, and that could be secured in several ways. Front establishments could be closed for the day and remote stretches of forest could be counted on to remain undisturbed, as long as outsiders were kept away Ex had no complaints.

But she wasn't about to just walk in without doing her due diligence. Before she had set out for the meet Ximena had sent a message to one of her contacts, some faceless geek in a basement a thousand miles away. All she had to do was give them an address and they dug up the details, all the sordid shit that had gone down at 3 Sideroad.

And it wasn't much. There had been a small meth cook operation back in the early 2000s but since then the farm had been left unoccupied, on paper anyway. Whoever was behind the meeting had managed to snag themselves a solid hideout, just another bit of run-down real estate in a rinky-dink town. 

She had elected to take a dirt bike as opposed to a car, the busted-up Honda she had in her garage more suited to subterfuge than the family car. Only just street legal and faded years of abuse under the Arizona sun the third-hand Honda blended in with Boring better than a Cadillac would. The bike puttered to a stop next to the beat-up truck, Ximena idling as she waited for more people to appear.

There was always some trepidation when meeting with new associates. The same isolation that kept her meetings free from law enforcement ensured there would be no one to rescue her if things went bad. Not that she expected her fellow fledgling hunters to try and stick her up but it paid to be prudent. That was why Ximena brought her Hellcat, the sub-compact concealed neatly beneath her jacket. 

Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. 

The professional shook the hair out of her face as she slipped her helmet off, curious as to whether any others would show. 


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[center][color=008B8B]𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚜 [/color]
Ximena makes it to the Mansion and waits for others to arrive. 

Perks Used: Global Access-Ximena found that the Mansion, while once host to minor criminal activity, is considered to be abandoned as far as local government is concerned.[/center]