April's seventh run took her to the rooftop of an old apartment building at night. She tried to be careful not to be seen as explaining why she was there would prove problematic. There was a nagging feeling keeping her uneasy, but nothing she could put her finger on. Just a vague foreboding.
Tonight was a pickup - in and out as quickly as possible without drawing attention. Her clothes were dark and loose fitting, helping her blend into the night. Even her hair was tucked up inside a black watch cap. Arriving, she found the roof darker than expected.