In-person - Cat/Dickie
Picking Dickie? Was a whim. Well, not entirely. His number was the last one added to her phone, most recently dialed, and she trusted him. Even if he didn't remember who he was? She trusted him. Her other best option was Bruce. But Bruce? Was busy these days, and Cat had Dickie on the payroll, which made it all rather fitting.
Because, see, Cat? She needed a little bit of help. Just a smidgen.
She'd been working her shift, and it was dull as nails, as expected. Now, she knew Tethys was dirty as dirt, but there was nothing going on in the wee small hours, and Cat had decided to do some early recon. And, well, she knew that to get anywhere near the military facility? She needed IDs. First things first, and she'd spent the evening romancing a little cadet. Cute thing, and he was an easy take. ID one tucked away, and she knew the system required multiple cards for entry. So, fine, ID the second. Which came from a woman who wore heels like a pro. The young woman was science facility employed, but the woman had military access, and Cat was as good at wrapping women around her finger as men - well, when she wanted to.
Second ID acquired.
She was just finding a temporary hiding place for her booty, when the alarms went off. Apparently her little scientist? She wasn't quite as oblivious as the tiny cadet. Which meant Cat? Needed a handoff, and she needed it now.
Enter Dickie.
Cat offered to help find the missing ID, of course she did, and then she ducked out to meet Dickie. The front gate? Was a no-go, so she waited beside the double-electric fence, right near the coordinates she'd given Dickie, and she kept moving, avoiding the circling light that would give rooftop security a good view of her black-clad form.