°°° Running Towards Death °°°

• Central City, Philadelphia;

Colonel Jennifer’s Residence

Monday morning, sitting at the dining table after her breakfast, Colonel Jennifer with her shoulder length black hair with a patch of grey hairs above her right brows packed into a bun, had her blues eyes focused on the wall clock in expectantly. She had requested a meeting with the Silvered Sisters, Nestor Mathiotè and Nestor Harkins. After receiving a report from Radial Ella, she had been looking forward to this meeting, so much so that she could barely sleep.

"If I am right, if this Carlos Wilson really is going to meet with a member of the Order of Babel, I will be a step closer to ascending to the ranks of a silvered sister."

The clock struck eight thirty, and she immediately got up. The time-toll was no longer a massive problem as an Oracle, so she didn’t mind going too early.

She sighed and stepped away from the table, standing in absolute silence, and the lights subtly went dim, and t