The rain fell in a steady fluent motion, wind blowing softly with the trees swaying a store growing closer. The city of Las Vegas, was mighty fine in the aspect of being busy. Men and women rushing about in the late day. Mobsters making some extra cash. Slowly the sky would darken as the clouds colored the sky a menacing gray. Lightning cracked across the sky, thunder rolled loudly above. With the time hitting 10 pm the streets were clearing up. Foot steps heard as someone exited the alley.

Solum had long black hair flipped over to a side part. A tattoo ran across her chest and down her right arm and back. Wearing a tank-top and short jean shorts, and a black leather jacket she stood soaked from being in the rain. Walking down the streets, and in and out of stores in the business district as she poked around, she was thinking of what to do. Finally she stopped at a bar and sat ordering a rum and drinking it straight. Looking at a small book her mother had created and stopped when she died. She continued to read it, once her rum was finished she left slipping the hand sized book into her jacket pocket and walking back to HQ. 

Once through the door she went to find some members, and talk about a job that they could do. But she figured to save it for another day when she had a chance to think it through. 

"Maybe rob a bank," She thought aloud.

"Burn a business" She looked around speaking again.

Thinking a bit she muttered, "I think that it should be a hijack this time on a shipment."

She wandered off to her room before being called to take a call from a old friend in the hall. She took the phone, annoyed by the wire but it was essential, "I am fine, how are you? Know any good shipments coming in?" She listened for a bit before she spoke saying goodbye and went back out to the streets. Heading out to meet up for information on a shipment.