[Sadrain]

December 13th, Chicago. Sewer #17, side branch A34. Evening.

Things were finally moving forward. Although a certain assault date was not given yet, it was predicted it could be this year, after Christmas. Maybe even her birthday, Leila mused quietly. She was neither happy nor upset about it, nor the blood that would be shed.

Leila was so naive and thought after the victory over the rebel group, she would immediately have the chance to finish off her employer. Although her shadows were spying relentlessly, the woman had not learned much more about this mysterious person.

Still, after some more work, it would all fall in places. In the mean time, Leila was taking it a little more easy. Now knowing all the near, and most far sewers like back of her hand, the girl could easily station her shadous on critical points and sit somewhere. That she was doing now, having found a nice, abandoned path way within the wall, Leila sat, legs dangling over the edge, crossed at ankles. It was off the ground, not too far, but the light from above gilded her hair.

The girl was writing something, humming softly, but then, an echo of one of her guard's 'mind' caught her attention and Leila quickly put the diary away, hidding in a small pocket. Other than that, she seemed to be calm about whatever was coming her way.