It was late.  Fresh change of clothes on her skin, long dark cargo pants, thick heeled, steel-toed black hiking boots on her feet.  The small frame trudged along in the inky darkness, her hand brushing up against coils of auburn.  Tucking them inside the hoodie of her sweatshirt, she let dark blue eyes scan through the darkness.  In the other hand, nimble fingers held the small gift wrapped box.  Double bowed in bright green ribbon, the small black box contained three small zip drives.  Information stolen from Loke's lap top contained addresses, phone numbers and information on most of the pack.  It wasn't a complete detail, but there was enough goodies to keep Shane off her back. 

She struck out her hand to move the sleeve of her sweatshirt up.  Glancing over the face of the Movado watch, she sighed lightly.  Glancing over her shoulder, not really sure where to put the little package so the appropriate individual would receive it.  Hmmm.....