Strike 1 ((lock))

It was twenty minutes past the hour, it was obvious tonight was a bust. With a sigh and a grimace, the tall brunette pushed away from the wall where she was leaning and started to shrug out of her gear. In just under two minutes she was done and gathered up her toys, ready to try again next week.

'Patience Serena. It took him almost a month to get the first email, you can't expect instant results.' she told herself, unconvincingly. If there was one thing she lacked, it was patience. Pulling her long dead and flavorless gum out she flicked it over the side of the building with a grin. Somewhere down there it would splat after a nice 30 story fall. Hopefully it would hit someone, she'd have to remember to look.

The elevator ride down was uneventful evem of she did get a few odd looks from the building's residents. One particularly nosey looking older man irritated her enough to actually stick her tongue out and made lewd motions with it until he looked away, flushing profusely. She tried not to snort as she chuckled.

Walking out into the night she slung her pack over a shoulder and started the walk down to her bike, whistling. She reviewed everything and went over what she'd do next time. It was going to be a long week.