Maki departed from the Aeon after all the others had gone. She had requested some plain, non uniform like, clothes from the fab-bay to wear before leaving. She was disappointing she had been unable to corner the Doc for a private conversation, but had other activities to attend to to keep her mind off things. She had no desire to socialistic with the crew as a whole. She was sure, despite their polite outward mannerisms, that they wanted a SAINT operative hanging out with them. She would have felt insulted and hurt by that notion once, but now she knew better. She knew it was part and parcel of her job, what she was and she accepted it.
Her casual dress allowed her to blend into the crowds as she walked along, just another neko, one of billions. No one would know she was on her way to check the first of several covert signals and dead drops.
Her casual dress allowed her to blend into the crowds as she walked along, just another neko, one of billions. No one would know she was on her way to check the first of several covert signals and dead drops.