In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low. Down in the cellar vault of the Avalon, away from the sweaty press of people and the nightclubs' bright lights it is much quieter.
As usual here in the Underground a calmer atmosphere prevails in the low lit area which is heady with the brightening scent of freshly squeezed lemons.
Tiny Martha sits on a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court and seems to be alone, but she knows Dillon is very close by.
Martha sits happy and studiously at a low coffee table which is piled with notes, printouts of maps of Sacramento and copies of many US newspapers, tables of spreadsheets for various Domain accounts, learned academic periodicals, PDF print-outs of FBI manuals and police procedural documents.
A carafe of freshly made iced lemonade and tall tumbler glasses rest on the coffee table too.
Martha sits prettily, meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a black 'winter pattern' felt broad brimmed cap of the Edwardian English school fashion and of the traditional winter design...the small embroidered cap badge seems to be of some heraldic crest and matches that of the embroidered badge on her neat black blazer. A pair of scholarly wire-framed spectacles are perched on the end of her nose.
She wears a long black gymslip which shows her remaining slim leg to mid calf. Her ebony black hair is tied into long neat twin tails. Each twin tail is tied with a large red silken ribbon bow.
Martha wears a white kneesock on her trim and athletically slim flesh leg and a carefully polished black Mary Jane shoe.
She wears no C-Leg on this evening and, not having much reason to go out until her planned patrol later in the evening, Martha sports no Blush of Life yet.
Her gymslip falls flat from high up her left thigh. Thereby revealing the outline of the extent of her leg amputation is shown clearly by the outline and small mound of her thigh stump.
A pair of crutches rest at her side on the couch. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie which is tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel rests close to her crutches.
Martha is studying several large maps of Sacramento and the surrounding countryside. She looks up from the map to glance, attentive and alert, over to The Stairs to see if Albert has arrived for their appointment.
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