The ace mech squeezed her small frame behind some shelves and into a narrow passageway. She had to hunch over now, the ceiling even lower. But she followed the hall which lead her beneath the street out front, where at least one van of armed professionals were seeking Sprite, and into the basement storage of a neighborhood grocery.

She pushed several crates of dried goods forward just enough for her to slide out. Then she slid the crates back and made her way upstairs to the back room. From there, she exited to the alley and pulled out a key.