Snippet #1374316

Aiden drove her new car into Paris. It had taken her forever to make the damned thing but it was worth every bit of her attention. The Camaro drove silently through the night, surpassing the speed limit by a hell of a lot more than was legal, which was the main reason why she did most of her driving during the night. She had delayed a bit on the call so now she had around 25 hours to get to Paris, which would be more than easy for her. She had quite the lead foot but she figured it was okay, considering her superior driving and her superior status than cops which got her out of tickets more than a few times.

The car's phone started to ring and Aiden answered it with a grin.

"Kyle, what are you doing calling me?" She asked, knowing from the ringtone just who it was.

"Come on Aiden, you know why, you just upped and left without so much as a word. You didn't even pack," He answered her, his voice sounding more than a little pissed and it made Aiden laugh. She had become friends with Kyle when she started to work for the government, a lanky, socially awkward guy who had unfortunate luck but was a genius when it came to computers and hacking.

"Secret. But tell me, I need some information on a guy named Zagure Matalara, care to figure it out for me?" She asked with a small giggle, knowing he would.

"Fine, but I'm pissed off at you, remember that," She could practically hear the smile in his voice that followed along with quick tapping noises from the keyboard and a small beeping noise shortly after. "There's hardly anything. These files are things I can't even hack," a squeak answered.

"Thanks Kyle, see you around," She said then hung up the phone. It was what she had figured, it was someone important she was retrieving. Someone that Kyle couldn't even hack files into, which was extremely rare. He must have been some really important guy. From what she had gotten from the phone he was a scientist of some sort, which was somewhat impressive in Aiden's eyes. She was a bright girl but she didn't understand the notions of virus strands and DNA and other things of those sorts.

She turned the radio up and started to play some Green Day, tapping her fingers on the wheel along with the beat and trying to drown the thoughts of her head.

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Aiden pulled into a small three star hotel six hours later. Her tastes weren't lavish, which served her all the better. Questions were usually asked when pulling into a hotel at five in the morning with no baggage. She got out of her car with her purse and locked her car, walking into the hotel.

"A room for one please," She told the bell boy who jumped a little when she entered the building. She pulled out a fake ID and gave it to him along with the payment for the night and she received her keys. She hated leaving traces, it made her easy to find.

She got into the small room and immediately locked the door and put the hatch down. She crawled over to her bed and set an alarm for five. It would give her a good enough rest as well as time to prepare herself. She placed her gun under the pillow out of paranoia and fell asleep soon after.