[Wednesday, June 17th, 2076, 19:36, Outside the National Theatre, London]
Mel took out her commlink to catch up on her social life when she saw that Torrent had sent her a message. Reading it quickly, she sighed. It wasn't every day that the Bolshoi Ballet was in town, but when money called, money called. The woman quickly sent a message back to Torrent, confirming her presence at the meet.
>> Count me in, I'll be there.
She had just enough time to find her date and tell him, in her southern accent, "You're gonna hav'ta finish this one without me, sugah, I have a pressing mattah to tend to. Be a gentleman and call me a cab, would'ya?"
The runner didn't like to leave marks like that, but she knew she could just call him in a few days and he'd be all over her. Besides, she had a reputation to uphold and Torrent only called her for jobs that paid well, even if she had to talk herself into the better paying bracket.
Once in the cab, she gave the driver (so to speak) two stops: the first one was the Conrad, where she had to change and get her gear, the second one was the King William Public House. She hoped traffic would let her arrive there on time, but even if it didn't, she could always bat a pretty eye at the Johnson and convince him she was fashionably late.
Back at her hotel, she changed into her Second Skin, taking her gear with her. Once she made sure she had everything she needed, she looked at the clock on the wall and caught her cab at exactly 20:19. It didn't leave her much time, but for some reason the traffic gods smiled at her and she got to the meeting place at 20:30, right on the button.
As she exited the cab and made her way into the establishment, she gracefully looked at her surroundings, trying to spot anything out of place. Old habits died hard, especially for someone who was used to running in the shadows. After she was satisfied, she switched her commlinks to hidden and casually walked in.