*The rain is pouring down on the cities of an unassuming planet. Outside a club, a woman lies in wait, anticipating the arrival of a killer 'date'. To the Aeons, this night will mean nothing, as is the way of her dejected faction. Nonetheless, there's business to be done in the club as soon as her aid arrives. As they approach, they see her doing her makeup under an overhang just out of the rain. Her tall boots are still shiny from the weather. She finally smirks, closing her small compact mirror.*

Acheron: "Even in the pouring rain you know how to make a lady wait? This better go off without a hitch or your future is going to be a lot more," *she reaches a hand out, letting the rain hit it. She flicks the water their way,* "soggy." *She chuckles and nods to the door.*

Acheron: "Come on. We're making our own future, so let's get it moving."