Mai Taniyama's day started out just like any other. She woke up at five am, just like normal, her insomnia making it hard for her to sleep more than three hours. She then spent three hours in her studio, just playing around with her instruments, keeping her skills sharp. At 8, she took a shower and got dressed in her uniform and checked her phone.
'Good thing I checked my phone before I left.' she thought to herself as she read the new message from Naru. 'I wonder where are new case is. It says to bring my passport and enough clothes for at least two weeks. Huh. Maybe we're going to Britain for the case. He did say something about learning English.' she changed out of uniform and into her normal clothes and processed to pack her clothing, and in a moment if impulse she lovingly packed her guitar.
'it's a good thing I live so close to SPR.' she thought to herself as she walked to her work, suitcase in hand and guitar case over her shoulder.
When she walked into the building, all conversation stopped. She looked around the room to find out why they all shut up to see them staring at the case on her back.
"Mai?" monk asked. "Why do you have a guitar case on your back?"
"I had a feeling I would need it." was all she said.
"You never told me you played an instrument!" monk cried, looking upset that she had never volunteered that information.
"You mean instruments. And there's a lot you don't know about me. Mostly because you never asked." she rolled her eyes at his childish antics. "Now, where are we going and when do we leave?" she directed that question to the boss man.
He gave her 'the look' that said if she was here earlier you would know. "we leave now. We were waiting for you. And as for the location, Los Angeles, California, in the United States of America."
Mai's eyes bugged out and her mouth widened at the name. "excuse me for a moment, I need to make a call... I.. Forgot to let the school know about my absence. Yah, that's why I need to make a call. I'll be right back." she bolted out of the room and into the bathroom where the entrance to the panic room was, the only place she could safely make the call.
She quickly pressed the buttons on her phone, fingers flying over the keys, until a number lit up the screen, a number that she was only to use in a time of emergency. The line dialed a few times until the the line picked up.
"Hello, Detective Waters? Hi, this is Mai Taniyama. We have a problem."