NYC

Jane couldn't help but lift an eyebrow at Lisa when she looked back at her. Well it wasn't like she was trying very hard to hide the fact. Jane wasn't one to cover up a situation with falsities and nice behavior. She'd been walking the earth for far too long to really give a shit anymore about people and their feelings. The way the little brat smiled at her, though, made her visibly shiver and cringe. Jeez! Kids were creepy as all get out! She sucked up some more smoke from her ciggie and waved a lacks hands at her. As soon as the little girl turned away, the hand flipped around to lift a slender middle finger in the air. Her scowl was very visible under her sunglasses and the man Lisa ended up running into saw her rude gesture. He shook his head slowly but didn't say anything.

"Psycho-freaks." Jane whispered. Whether she was talking about the living or the dead, one couldn't tell.

Faye walked along the street, and came to what the file said wasthe site of the crash. She sat down on a nearby bench, and crossed her legs. It was the waiting that annoyed her. She reread the file, and sighed. "So boring.." she murmured to herself. She spotted a street vendor, and stood up, jogging lightly over. She picked up a random music magazine, paid the guy a dollar, and sat down again, checking her watch. Twelve minutes to go. Woo. She opened the magazine and scanned it for something of interest. Hmm. her favorite band was coming to town. That was cool. There was some new band out, and they were supossedly the new 'it'. "Yeah, right!" she chuckled to herself, and then she heard the whuppah-whuppah-whuppah of a chopper. She put down the magazine. "Showtime, ladies and gentleman" she muttered.