"D, are you sure about this?"
Delia checked carefully to make sure she had everything she needed; Her travel permit, her papers and her makeup kit. She closed up her purse and smiled at the younger boy sitting at the edge of her bed. Her outfit was an unusual one for her, consisting of a fairly nice cream colored blouse and a navy blue pencil skirt that she had never worn, as it was one of the nicer pieces of clothing she had.
"Relax. Mom and Dad don't care what I do these days."
"You're a terrible role model."
"Watch it squirt, I'm still older than you are, no matter how big you get."
Delia studied the boy as she tied up her hair. It wasn't that long ago that he was a cute little kid, but now puberty was starting to take hold of him, and he had the gangly structure of a young teen in his growth spurt. As a sister, there was little more she could do for him. As a woman, there was nothing.
She took one last look in the mirror, admiring her eyes.
"Man, these new PCCs are great, they're such a huge upgrade from my old ones."
"The look less fake too. That green on your old ones was unnatural." The boy said, nodding. "Then again, not like you can get good ones down here. Say, can I have your old set?"
Delia picked up her purse and ruffled the boy's hair before walking to the door.
"Knock yourself out kiddo, I already backed up my stuff. I figured you'd want them so I reformated them for you. You know how to calibrate them, so have a ball."
"D...this is just a normal job, right? You're not doing anything weird, are you?"
"Course I'm not. And don't mess up my room while I'm gone.
Delia kept the pin code fresh in her mind as she walked up to the door. Memorial street had been easy enough to find without trouble. She didn't even have to ask for directions from strangers.
She paused a bit before keying in the numbers. Realizing that there was no turning back now, she entered the code and opened the door.
In the room were three people; two men, and a woman holding an apple, who was holding a hand out to one of the men.
"Delia Jones. I'm here about the job." She said with a clear voice and a wry smile. She walked towards one of the couches and took a seat, smoothing her skirt.