(Reserved for Sergeant.)
Brianna walked down the alleyways, fully aware of her status in these streets. Even being an ancient she had to be conscious of the backs streets, there be far worse things in these back streets than Brianna. But not all that came to the place of hired guns and loan sharks had a definite status in these streets, long ago when she first came to the back streets she called these streets home. It had been a dark time in her life, even as she tried to remember the hurt and pain, her grip on the brief case Brianna carried, tightened. She was not here to reminisce about past memories; she was here to make a payment and see an old friend.
She wore a aged black leather jacket, underneath was just a plain tight black shirt that was adorned with a red scarf around her neck.. Dark jeans covered her legs while on her left hip was a dirk, her weapon of choice. Suede black boots silently walked the alleyways; she turned left then a sharp right. Her eye’s scanning the ground like a hawk for predators, Brianna came upon a small cottage size house hidden deep within. Brianna knocked once before being shouted at in German.
Come and Die!
We shall see.
The door opened and she was met by a large and very old butch woman named Tala and a warm smile, Brianna entered the narrow doorway, “How are you my friend?” Tala asked. Brianna only shrugged, “I’ve been busy, and how are the children?” Tala giggled, “Brats as always, but they mean well." Brianna handed over the briefcase to Tala, "There is more than enough to get a supply of blood for a month." Brianna said. Tala eyes widened at first but then softened, "You are a generous woman Brianna, for so long have the people in the backstreets been forgotten about." Brianna nodded, "Take care my friend I will see you soon. Keep your eyes and ears open." Tala nodded as she let Brianna out, locking the door from inside.
She left with a slight step in her gait now, her mood was lifted as she now knew that the abandoned fledglings wouldn't go hungry. Money to Brianna meant nothing, which was why she was so willing to give donations to those less fortunate. As Digital said she was a Queen, and a she knew that it meant she belonged to the people.
To where the humans didn't roam Brianna ran through the streets, she was all but a blur in the night. Her movement was enough to scare any enemy, she made her way to downtown; where anything goes at night. She didn't bother to stay in this district as she had no bushiness here today, she had checked with her people downtown weeks ago and no new information. Sometimes information could be slow or piping hot; a good spy knows that. From here she traveled upwards and away from the smell of the salty sea, through the Bazaar she bobbed and weaved through the peddlers as the voices to buy or sell rang through her ears. It was enough to drive her crazy. She walked on, the presence of the vampires and shifter's were in the area as she could feel their aura, but not see it.
She quickened her pace, following the bright lights that reflected on the night sky of the metropolis. The streets soon became cobbled stones and from there she walked into the light and blended in with the crowd quickly. She now roamed the city streets, her eyes and ears open. This night would end in success, as she was tired of going home empty handed. If it wasn't for Quinn she would be twiddling her thumbs back at the mansion with Digital and the others.
She caught a glimpse of some man, they locked eyes only for a brief moment before she pulled her gaze away. Who was that man ? Brianna asked herself, she looked back over her shoulder at the man. She gave him a smile, almost as if to say she wanted the man to pursue the beautiful ancient. It would be nice to have company, she thought as she continued walking the city streets.
