Frances Barton sat on the steps of the place that the coordinates the file had specified, clacking her boots together idly and enjoying the weather as she waited for Blackwater's arrival. She had opted for civilian clothes to keep this all low key. And to keep the neighbors from spreading rumors, seriously, did they have nothing else to do by spy on people? Finally, she could hear the rumble of a bike coming and she sat up a bit to look a bit more respectable. When the bike came closer, she waved to greet the rider and advert any awkward 'accidentally attacking each other' mishaps.
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