When she'd first recieved the encrypted text, Daryn was annoyed. A meeting? Seriously? While the message passed the appropriate Faction security checks, Daryn was still reluctant to go. Every day there was something, either at the hospital or with the underground group. She was constantly on the go, and there were days were she was mentally and physically exhausted. And for a change, Daryn would have liked to have had a quiet night at home with a good book and a bowl of ice cream. But that wasn't her life anymore, it hadn't been her life in a very, very long time. So she sent a message through a lower level group member, someone whose sole job it was to keep communications confidential.
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So on Wednesday evening, she arrived at the safe house after doing a series of perimeter checks. Now that she was the leader, the other didn't want her going off to secret meetings alone. But Daryn insisted. If she was going to be in charge, things were going to go her way. She wasn't worried about her own safety, and bringing others along would only put them in danger. That was the last thing she wanted.
When she'd gotten within a mile of the house, she could already hear the thoughts of the one waiting inside. So by the time she actually stepped through the doors, she'd already identified the owner, and his purpose for meeting. Smiling wryly to herself, she used her telepathy to announce herself. Good evening, Mr. Killian. What can I do for you?