9:00 AM @ Petrov Station

My eyes stream the details around me, taking it all in and pointing out pieces of interest. The station buzzed with activity. Passengers filled the vast open floor. Nothing of note yet. I look around for someone who looks secretive, but that could be anyone. I spy some spots that could be decent rendezvous locations: a locker room on the upper balcony, an old-fashioned photo booth past the concessions, or maybe just a side hallway down the stairs into the subway tunnels.

I feel a buzz from my ear. I tapped the metal plate on the upper ring of my auricle. "Glad you made it. Enter the left-most photo booth." A deep voice said through my bone conduction headphones. I look for someone watching me, but I don't find him. I blend into the crowd as I make my way over, gathering exits before I enter: the steps to the tunnel are only a few strides away, the crowd isn't far off, and there is an arch along the wall that leads to a back exit.

"Now what, photo sesh?" I say... No response. I guess I wait. Not wasting time, I apply some makeup from my bag,v tussle my hair, and feel my boobs. Something feels freeing about not wearing a bra. I perked up as sirens wailed in the distance then disappeared.

I hear two knocks from the photo booth wall next door. "This is deep shit, lady... So I hope you are prepared for any fallout if this makes public. Shadow governments, control of the sex trade, and now an alien artifact. It's all on the drive and it's all connected." A hand passes through the curtain and with a flash drive and a badge, it's fingers are feminine but the voice sounds masculine. He goes on, "My suggestion, aim for the juggular and make sure your next move topples it or you'll meet an untimely disappearance. If you want more... There is an unmarked facility on North Easy Street. I also gave you a badge that should get you in... Out, that may be harder."

Sirens that seemed distant now drew closer. "Good luck, but that's my cue to piss off," he/she said, and I heard my informant slip away. Boots and loud voices echoed off the cold marble walls of the station, growing closer. I bolted out and swung open the neighboring curtain. It was empty. A blonde, feminine figure in a trench coat walked briskly away towards the archway that lead out. Out of nowhere several officers grabbed the lady and threw a bag over her head. Not waiting around for my own bag, I disappeared into the crowd.