The One With... {Bechloe}

Barden University

After waking up in a hotel room, Beca collected the suitcases provided by them and went out to wait for a cab on a bench in front of the hotel. She pulled out the headphones and laptop that she hasn't seen since her last mission. She opened up her favorite mixing program and began to work on some music. She's always enjoyed music, or more accurately, she enjoyed being able to control the music. Changing the tempo, adding bits of other songs, and just having control of how her music sounded.

Being locked up in a room gave her time to think of songs that she believed would go good together. She knew she could sing but she wouldn't dare sing out loud back at headquarters, or as she called it, Hell. She's made the mistake of singing out loud once when she was younger, it resulted in her back in the chair.

Beca closed her laptop when she noticed the cab pulling up in front of her. The driver, an elderly man, stepped out of the car to help her get her things into the back of the cab. She picked up the case with her DJ equipment and placed it in the trunk as the man put the rest of her things around it. She got into the back of the cab once they were done. Once the driver got back into the drivers seat she asked him to take her to the nearest electronic store.

Once they arrived, she asked the cabbie to park and wait for her as she went in. She went in with a pocket full of cash, provided by them, and bought herself an iPhone. They had provided her with a phone but that was for purely for "business" only. When everything was done and payed for, she headed back towards the cab. The driver sat up and waited for her to get settled before he started the car up and drive away from the store.

"Where to next, darling?" The elderly driver asked the girl sitting in the back of his cab.

"Barden University, please." She gave the driver a small smile.

"Are you attending there? I have a grandkid that goes there, he's a weird fella." He pauses to see if the younger girl is paying attention. When she stays quiet, he looks at her through the rear view mirror to find that she is looking at him so he continues. "His name is Benji, he's a magician. He's been looking forward to going so he can join some singing group. Say, if you meet him say something to the boy, he's awfully terrible with girls."

Beca smiles as she gives the man a short response, "I'll keep an eye out for him.

"Thank you, dear. I didn't catch your name." He looks at her through the rear view mirror as he drives.

"That's because I didn't say it," she chuckles at the old mans bluntness. "Beca."

"Beca," he repeats. "Is it short for anything?"

"Rebeca"

"Rebeca. Where are you from Rebeca?"

Beca looks at the old man, she thinks for a moment. She doesn't know where she's from, she's been with them since she was a small child, raised to be a killer. The driver notices her silence, opening his mouth to speak again, "Not really fond of home, are you?"

Beca looks up at him, staying quiet for a moment before speaking again, "I guess you could say that. It's more of a prison then a home, I get no freedom to do anything. I can't remember the last time I had a say in anything I do."

The old man listens to her speak before speaking himself, "Honey, you have a say in everything you do. Even if it seems like you don't have any other option, there is always a way to make another option." Beca listens to the man, letting the mans words stick to her like gum. She smiles and says a soft thank you as he pulls into the crowded school.

"Here you are, Rebeca. Barden University. let me help you with your bags." He puts the car in park but is stopped from getting out of the car by Beca's words.