Birthright

It began with a screech.

A loud one; rubber biting into road as it battled against inertia. The vehicle finally coming to a halt and the pitch of engine changing as it was put into reverse. No traffic to impede its way, not out here. Especially with the onset of darkness.

For a few moments nothing happened. The occupant remaining within, squinting through the glass with an expression somewhere between dissatisfaction and curiosity. Then the door opened, allowing music to spill out into the night air, as female boots hit the ground and lifted their owner up out of the car. Someone who, from the looks of her, wouldn't have been out of place cruising along on a Harley-Davidson.

Of course, that wasn't too wise when you needed 100% insulation from the sun.

With an arrogant sniff, the figure spread out map upon the hood, using a small torch to observe the inked details of small print under moonlight. The ignition having been turned off, saving on the would-be annoyance of too many vibrations. There followed a pause... Head turning this way and that, as the woman looked around for some kind of identifying landmarks. Then back, again, to the map. The fingerless glove of one hand keeping the map straight and the other rubbing the back of head in frustration. The long-haired brunette giving a growl of annoyance soon after.

"No, no, nooo..."

Next came a slam of fist and curses whined out under breath, culminating in a disbelieving, "This...? This is fucking Searchlight?"

A small jig of feet and her boot met tyre in a sudden kick.

Katherine Williams was not a happy bunny.