England, London,
1700 hours,
January 19th, 2015.
She locked the door behind her as she stepped out in the light rain, a German Shepard following her, he didn't had a leash on him but he followed her like he did every time. His sharp eyes looking around in case of any danger. Just like she had trained him too. Though Dace was nothing like Arc, he wasn't meant to be either. Arc was her pet, Dace was her support. She hadn't bother to bring an umbrella since it didn't really matter. Her walk was swift and arrogant but head still ducked so hide her face from sight of others. Her sneakers not making any sound, she had learned this, walk silently, move without causing attraction.
She walked into the nearest cafe leaving the dog outside where he sat as still as a statue. She never went into sa
