Athena camps at her usual spot in the Cedyetic Underground because she is broke. She is itching to test out her new skyranger, waiting for a contract. Not many people needed the 'trash' taken out, which was surprising. "Oh well", she thought to herself, her flaming red hair dangling in front of her, partially obscuring her view of everything. "Someone's gonna give me a contract sooner or later." ((Open for contractors....u give me a target, they're gone... u better pay))