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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎. That was the first thing Phoebe thought as she stepped out into the near empty airport. All the stores were covered with iron bars, the lights harsh and bright, similar to the lights that had come on as the plane landed, Phoebe still fighting back the black spots that had appeared as a result, eyes strained and hurting. There weren't as many people in this airport as there had been in the one she had left, but the sounds from outside, and the sounds of the people around, were more than loud enough to unnerve her.
Stepping to the side, she reached into her drawstring bag and pulled out the letter with the address that she was meant to find. Or, more accurately, the address that the letter was meant to find, the addition of a twelve-year-old girl was a last minute decision made by aforementioned twelve-year-old girl while she was withdrawing money from her mother's account, her mind racing at a speed she could hardly keep up with, seeming to blink and finding herself in the situation that she was in now, unsure of whether or not she was even wanted.
But considering where she had just left, anywhere was better than there.
Seeing that it was past midnight, it was clear that she couldn't stay for long and, tugging off her Unaccompanied Minor tag, she followed the crowd towards the exit of the airport, hoping that the envelope full of money in her drawstring would be enough to get her to the address. If that didn't work, she did know how to use force, but considering everything, drawing more attention to herself, or where she had left, wasn't the best idea and was hardly an option.
As she made her way towards the exit, she slowed, catching her reflection on the polished walls, unsure of what it was made of, but it was enough to show her. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen her reflection before, they allowed mirrors at the facility, but there was something about the way she looked then that had her walking towards the wall, blinking owlishly at herself, catching sight of the dark circles under her eyes and her long, bedraggled mushroom brown hair. She looked like a tired, lost little girl and, despite everything she had been taught and all that she had done, that was what she was, at the end of the day.
It made her wonder why she had been placed in the environment that she had been, but it was too late to change things now, so there was no point in dwelling on the choices of the dead and those left behind.
Prying her gaze away from her reflection and taking a deep breath, Phoebe looked towards her right, catching sight of the people making their way towards the exit. She recognized some of those walking as people from her flight so, slightly unsure, she followed close behind, not wanting to draw too much attention, but not wanting to get lost.
She still had to pick up her suitcase from the baggage claim, as the airport attendant had explained while showing her the way to her gate, and Phoebe was grateful that she was able to check it in because, while the staff scientists had made all of their equipment and technology undetectable, she wasn't sure if her whip would have made it through the x-ray unnoticed; fortunately, she still had yet to find out.
