Fareeha looked through the messages one last time, reading the single ominous line of text over and over. After those messages came a series of her own; all which had failed to send.
It was odd, and definitely suspicious, but it was far from anything that would invoke fear in the military woman. If there was someone who had business with her personal enough to not only find her personal phone number but also keep her from messaging back, well...
It seemed something worth investigating.
So she did as the message said, walking up to what she assumed to be the right bridge. She wore a loose hoodie to both keep an inconspicuous disguise and to hide the bullet-proof vest she wore underneath, along with the gun and emergency cuffs she had brought along just in case things got dangerous.
“Better safe than sorry.” She reminds herself.