Who: Fiona and Jimmy What: Passing information, being awkward. Where: Designated shady alleyway #4 When: April 5th, evening.
When had the world gone to hell? Had it been way before most people would agree things had stopped being enjoyable most of the time, if only to make her current situation all the more irritating? Fiona didn't buy the belief that being outed and hunted had been the beginning of the end; not for her at least. But what was the point anyway? It all had lead to that moment, and blaming the past would not help her at all. Pity the ones that can actually time travel, for their regrets probabl weighted more in their minds than in the rest of them. Scanning the streets from the room she had momentarily taken residence into, Fiona tapped her foot without any semblance of rythm, absorted in the people walking by, and then, as if she had just remembered something, checked the watch on her wrist again. Ten o'clock, time for her date. With a soft sight, the woman took a step back, and vanished.
An instant later, she materialized on an already dark alleyway, not too far away from where she had been scouting. For all the nice things teleportation involved, blindly going somewhere unknown was a free ticket for a fast, most likely painful death. Seeing how she was alone in there, Fiona leaned against the wall, eyes closed as she waited for her informer.