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35 Inspirational Ladies: Snow White [12/35]

A phone store was easy enough to find, and the machine booth used for flicking through the memory card was in plain sight. It took him seconds to take out the sim card and slot it into the machine booth. Instead of looking through the photos to print, he sifted through the main overview of the device. Smart phones came with trackers, so he was quick with his work, scrawling down the address on a piece of paper as well as memorizing it. After that, the phone was no use. He had his address…despite how suspiciously easy it was to obtain it without running through the decryption codes.

Something was rotten; he printed out the contacts list for later reference, then disposed of the phone in a trash can. A vagrant watched him and later rummaged for it once he was in his cab and giving the address to the driver.

The drive wasn't very long. Clarice stepped out of the car and began walking towards the door of a night club, putting on her sunglasses as she approached it. It was surprisingly bright outside for such a late time of day, but she didn't mind the sunlight. In fact, she enjoyed it. She wouldn't be feeling the sun at this time of evening until her target had been assassinated. The coat she had tightly wrapped around her frame helped to conceal the dress she was wearing. Though it wasn't to Clarice's personal taste, she knew that she had to keep up with her cover. The slightest change to Eve's personality and it could all come tumbling down. She put a smile on her face as she waltzed to the front of the queue, pushing ahead of everyone else who was waiting to get in. Angry words were yelled after her, but Clarice ignored the attention and simply continued on, murmuring a few words to the bouncer, who promptly let her in. 

As she walked into the club, Clarice pulled off the sunglasses and let the grin fall away. It was only a matter of time, she knew this. Shoving the sunglasses in her pocket and walking straight over to the bar, she was quick to demand a scotch from the bartender. It was to be another long night.

"Happy birthday, Mom."

And with that, Bruce shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around for the exit of the cemetery. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. Bad memories and such...

But, as he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into a young woman. He sighed, knowing he hadn't been looking where he was going as he turned to apologize.

At least it's not Kieran meeting up with Clint. Though that might have ben a funny thing to see.

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