Who? Raelee and OPEN Where? Random Street When? Wednesday Early Evening
It was still light enough that she felt confident walking to and from the Library, though the recent string of murders had her a little on edge lately. Homicide was hardly a foreign concept to someone who made San Francisco home, but serial killings were still unnerving.
Raelee wasn't much of a reader, but duty called for the little trip. Nothing major--a little pixie had decided to cause some havoc, and the disruption in the Veil was such that it required her expertise to restore the situation to its rightful, orderly place. The pixie itself wasn't her concern--there were people paid to deal with those in violation of the Code. Raelee was cleanup. She dealt with the human element, altering memories, or wiping them entirely when warranted. Humans often, amusingly enough, allotted the missing time to something perhaps more surreal than supernaturals, making claims of alien or government abduction. While Raelee supposed being an Agent did make her a sort of government employee in some sense of the words, it wasn't the one taking the blame.
Today's job had been simple, and she had declined the offer of a ride back to her place. It was a nice day. She wished she had worn something a little lighter than the jeans she had on, in fact. She smiled at others briefly as she made her way, more alert than usual. Just in case.