Having received communication about a "thieves Club" Niesha was intrigued. She had located the place, using several of her informants, bribing, threatening, and otherwise trailing a somewhat loose bit of information. She studied the place as she stood in the shadows on the street. . Motion detectors. Cameras, she assumed, security. Any place that hid in the sewers would have that. 

She grinned, taking out a jammer from a pocket in her black hoodie. If anyone saw her, they would assume she was a child, or a teenager just loitering about. She wasn't. Niesha was a woman nearing her thirties. but she used her child like appearance to undermine people, to get them to underestimate her. Not that she interacted too much with others. 

She stepped towards the sewers, flicking the jammer on. Basically, it worked by messing with the sensors, making camera images fuzzy, out of focus. It didn't completely make her invisible, but it did a damn good job of it. 

She sneaked in. She wanted to get a good look at the place before she decided to barge in and demand to be accepted. Bad mistake on her part, as she found her way in what appeared to be a gym, and a man beating up a pouncing bag as if he wanted to tear it apart. Niesha involuntarily sucked in a breath. She had issues with that level of...violence, and she stood frozen, eyes darting about, looking for an escape route. 

[i]don't panic. its just a pouncing bag. He isn't going to attack you[/i] she supposed that wasn't strictly true. Technically, she was trespassing. She stood there, unable to think what to do.