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DisreputableCharles
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For a brief moment Annick felt the urge to punch the air in victory, though the realist in her soon brought forth the reminder that there was a long, long way to go before achieving her goals. Still, she'd snagged an informant, which was more than she'd been able to accomplish for quite a while.
"Little Russia it is." She followed suit in pulling on her slightly damp hoodie, and equipped the leather jacket on top of that. Opening the door, she glanced back at James. "Hope you're ready to give me directions to his place." With that, she flipped up her hood and strode down the alley to where her bike was still parked.
"Little Russia it is." She followed suit in pulling on her slightly damp hoodie, and equipped the leather jacket on top of that. Opening the door, she glanced back at James. "Hope you're ready to give me directions to his place." With that, she flipped up her hood and strode down the alley to where her bike was still parked.