#chat:william

"Welcome to Dick's" Bodhi rhymed off, although the enthusiasm was nothing like his colleagues. "Are you looking for anything in particular today?" he continued, failing to even make eye contact with the potential customer.

I'm here. {Yasmin states blatantly, squinting through the darkness and light rainfall at a figure across the dark warehouse. Though she'd been instructed to keep her arm in a sling, she'd left that in the car, and had just worn the bandages that were disguised under her long-sleeved black shirt. She holds the notebook in her good arm, as well as a gun. She didn't bother to hide that. Of course she'd come armed -- and besides, how was she supposed to hide a sniper rifle? Shaking her head, Yasmin takes another few steps, fully entering the cold but dry building. Her frown lingers, eyes focused on the figure in front of her, though she occasionally looks around, thinking she sees someone else approaching her.}