Superstition by Stevie Wonder started up on the Zune as Llidya rode down the road. The tight corners and small size of the streets of New Orleans forced her to leave the Impala parked in her newly re-activated warehouse in downtown New Orleans. Instead, she was on the Ducati Superbike 1198 SP. The matte black paint job reflected none of the lights of the businesses she drove past, and absorbed every last drop of heat the setting sun had to offer. A matching black helmet ensconced her skull and leather gloves protected her hands. Custom jeans, light blue and tailored to fit the length of her legs, and a pale blue button up shirt covered with a bomber jacket that had seen better days in World War II completed her everyday outfit.

Chapman revved the motor to catch the next light and turned the corner, arriving at the building that was already all too familiar to her. She pulled the bike into a parking spot between two squad cars and kicked up the stand, leaning the machine to the right. The helmet came off as she swung her leg over to solid ground. She turned to face the building as she took off her gloves and exchanged them with a pocket in her jacket for her sunglasses. The visor on the helmet was black as pitch and helped with the annoying pain in her skull, but even the dull light of the night messed with her and she needed the sunglasses.

As she walked to the front door, she unzipped her jacket, the humidity too much to keep wrapped up. That trademark Chapman smirk curved her lips as she approached the desk Sargeant and leaned on the stretch of wood. He was the same guy who'd started her booking a few weeks ago. She could only hope he wouldn't recognize her in her everyday civilian clothes and no gold glitter.

"Hiya Sarge. Here to see your Lieutenant. Name's Chapman."

"You have an appointment?"

"Nope."

"You'll need an appointment. He's busy."

"Fair. Here's my card. Llidya Chapman. Have him call me." What the hell, she didn't have anything else to do for a while. When he got to her, he got to her. With that, Chapman turned and walked out of the building. Instead of going back towards her bike, she instead went towards the French Quarter, trying to remember the last time she'd been in New Orleans. It'd been on a business trip for the Corporation. Before her thoughts could go too deep into the past, they were brought up short by the present.

The present being Ash. They finally see each other and don't get to talk at all. Their schedules just didn't seem to match up. He was out dealing with some young Evie look-a-like, and Llidya had been running around dealing with her cars and the warehouse...to say it was frustrating would be the understatement of the century. There was so much that she wanted to say to him...and now she wondered if he had anything to say himself, or if he even wanted to hear anything she'd had to say. Was he avoiding her? No, they just couldn't match up on schedules. That was stupid...