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"BLOOD IN THE WATER"
"THE FASTIDIOUS", MANHATTAN, NY - 1958 HRS

Whether or not the pair told MIRA about their meeting had little consequence upon whether or not they were tracked-- the monitoring pendants upon their persons a constant reminder that every little trip would be monitored. There was, of course, nothing inherently suspicious about heading to a club in New York; it was a bit out of the way for the two Mid-Atlantic operatives, but the Amway had streamlined commuter travel along the east coast. For the most part, anyway. It took about an hour to get there by train; even less if they used the emergency response lines, but those were only for approved uses on behalf of MIRA, the National Guard, and other domestic defense entities.

They were currently in line, of course. It'd been about a thirty minute wait to get up to the door, but they were finally there. What sounded like atmospheric, electronic club music droned from within-- loud, and with enough bass to gently feel each pulse in the chest cavity.

"Gonna need to see some ID, ladies." The bouncer stated, one arm holding what appeared to be a tablet of sorts. He flashed a look towards Hannah-- one of those looks, of scrutiny and half-curious judgement-- before it flickered down back to the screen. "Names, as well."

 
Realistically, if they had been in any sort of real rush for this, they could've cut the line. It would've pissed some people off, but even that would have been a non-issue at the worst if they just took a second to address it. It was, unfortunately, a thought that crossed Rowan's mind more than once as they stood outside waiting, but she never once even considered acting on it. She was more than content to wait and be a normal person, especially since both modulator and mask were not currently on her. Granted, her mask was just a simple domino once, since she could usually have people forget the fine details anyways, and the modulator didn't affect her voice too much, especially when masked by loud music- but if this went the way she expected it to, she'd need full access to her capabilities.

"Oh! Yeah, one sec."

Right. Well, none of this was sanctioned. She'd debated telling someone, more than once, but getting authorization to act on a pretty unreliable tip from an unofficial vigilante operative was... difficult, to say the least. Not to mention, it would have taken too long. Better for her to just take Hannah out for a night to relax (as much as she would, in this environment), and if something happens, they could figure it out from there.

Rowan reached into her pocket and retrieved her wallet, flipping it open to her IDs. Making sure to hide the official MIRA one, she showed her drivers license, as unused as it was lately, with a smile.

"Rowan Blackburn."

 
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