She was on a limited schedule, even with her being the highest person in the command chain, if something were to happen while she was away, she would (once again) get the blame. Plus the jet that had sent her home would be there to pick her in a matter of hours.

It wasn't common for her to return home after only a day in the facilities that, after all, were properly built to maintain a staff feed and well rested, with beds and several fridges, as well as a cook, it just seemed like a waste of the taxpayers money to send herself home every day. Jet fuel wasn't cheap after all, and the pilot slash driver, while on the payroll either way, didn't deserve to be bothered most days, doing the same flight over and over.

Still though, she was feeling peckish, she needed a mate, and when Dr Director put into her mind she needed something then nobody better stand in her way. It had been that determination (coupled with her understanding of people) that had landed her the job in the first place.

As she sat on the jet, which was disguised as a regular military jet, without the secretive logo of Global Justice, since putting it there would defeat the purpose of keeping it a secret, and which was also equipped with the highest of tech in laser weapon technology, she let out a sigh. She didn't know what she wanted in a man, but it wasn't just a one night stand.

She wanted a mate, a lover, a passionate man, someone who was clever, smart, and educated, someone with education and manners, the physical aspect wasn't that important to her, but someone had to fit the mold, no? The jet speed over the Atlantic waters, taking her back to the British Islands and she stifled a yawn. Team Zeta should be going back to the base now. Today had been a mild success, they, with the help of the "amateur" Kimberly Ann Possible, had managed to stop the maniacs from exploding any more buildings, some had been hurt, but that was to be expected. A sad fact it was, but the lives of civilians were always affected by this terror...Betty knew that the commander of the villainous mooks' little operation had escaped, as had been reported, and she wondered who that man could be. There wasn't really a whole lot about it known, since he always made sure to encrypt his payments and not reveal information, lest the operations he pulled be stopped. Realistically speaking they couldn't exactly examine and process every single person who entered or left the country or lived within the country for suspicions. Though the Global's Justice twin agency for America, the NSA, was working on that.

She left herself dribble into the beginning of a restless sleep...when so much of your time is spent travelling between two points you develop a deep understanding of how much time it takes you. The shifts she had to do were of 12 hours each, from 6 am to 6 pm, that, coupled with the 4 hours travel meant she was going to arrive at about 10 pm, 11 pm local time, and, with the bureaucracy of landing, even with her importance, she could add another 10 to 20 minutes to that time. She landed in a military compound, and, with 30 more minutes to arrive at the city, she could expect to be certainly there by midnight. That also meant she had only 3 hours ( midnight, 1 am, 2 am) to get dressed, put on some makeup (something she hadn't done in months, perhaps even years), and find someone, as soon as 2 am hit, just like Cinderella she had to leave, to get on the plane so she could be on the job by 6 am. With the advantage of time zones her time was extended a little, since it was less one hour, at the base, but even so it was a stretch.

That was the disadvantage of not sleeping at the facilities, she would not get a full night's rest, so she tried to sleep on the plane, but she had never been able to, and tonight was no different. She appeared to sleep but resting she was not, her mind kept her on, with the agitation she had.

The plane began it's descent at 11:04 pm, passing over the hills where a cosy little chateau could be seen, as well as other equally enormous buildings sprinkled here and there. The outline of the city was barely visible there at the far edge but, as the plane descended it disappeared from view. They landed and were on the car by 11:21 pm.

She went home and decided not to go too crazy with her outfits...while she had some very nice dresses, for when she was awarded medals and had to greet high ranked politicians who would scoff at her if she showed up without a formal dress, she didn't want to use them, she'd look ridiculous in one. She put on some pants and a shirt, a different one from the one she wore on her day off. At least that way she didn't look too out of place. She double swept the brush though her hair, combing it, and she applied some make up, then it was time to hit the night scene. She grabbed her wallet and a purse and advanced towards the night life, which, due to noise complaints, was far away from residential areas. By 12:48 pm she was at the door to the nightclub she wanted to get into, one she had spent some time in as a teenager, though the management had changed, and so had a lot of things.

She pressed herself forward against the counter, after the events of the drunken Betty mess she wasn't too eager to sip on anything alcoholic, so she refused the drinks men were constantly offering to buy her. That, for some reason, seemed to turn a lot of the men down, as they passed on to easier preys. She examined the situation, used to do so automatically,. The men hunted down women who were tipsy or borderline drunk and offered their "assistance", she knew assistance was code for sex, and she got even more determined not to drink anything alcoholic, lest she make a decision she might regret.

That was when she saw him...