[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d046e5e31be0f023567ccea64e2817ee/tumblr_nzkk6joKBB1rerzc4o8_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily raised an eyebrow at the information Roy presented to them. Truthfully, as much as she wanted to be shocked, she couldn't be. He had told her, after all, that he covered up Peyton's death. Instead of being surprised, Cecily felt more disappointed than anything. The world had always seemed like a terrible place before, she knew that there were no true heroes. But she had slight hope that perhaps there would be a genuinely good person in Justice. Perhaps that had been foolish to think. 

[color=00ccff]"Okay,"[/color] Cecily replied, once Roy finished. [color=00ccff]"By the judge...The one who granted the FBI jurisdiction over the Lawson case?"[/color] She couldn't quite remember hearing about any other judges, as much as her parents made it their duty to know as many judges as they could. The only judge Cecily knew especially was Judge Judy. 

But more importantly, Cecily once again was presented with a problem. Proserpine, from what Roy described, was some sort of deadly force. There was no reason for an ex-CIA assassin to have missed and allowed her to live. She bit her lip slightly, hoping that the reason was that her life was completely inconsequential to Proserpine. She glanced over at Natasha, recalling her words about dying for her job. Cecily then snapped on a pair of gloves, and glanced at Roy. 

[color=00ccff]"Let's get to work, then,"[/color] Cecily said simply. [color=00ccff]"Got a name for Proserpine? Or anyone else in the organization?"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/27ce025b1363da5dae16a27cbf2c9c9b/tumblr_momh4yMx3U1qim9e4o4_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr]Iris couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, as Relic showed her the image of the real Valentine. Of course she knew that Cynthia wasn't Valentine, but she wasn't going to refuse to call her patient by that name at the time being. The photograph did match the mysterious visitor Cynthia had at the other asylum, and had Cynthia not been a halfway house patient, perhaps Iris could have taken some course of action.

But her hands were tied, so to speak. Unless Cynthia was reclassified as a permanent patient, meaning involuntary confinement, she had no legal option to restrict visitors. If Cynthia wanted to speak with Valentine, she couldn't restrict it. The only restriction would be that if Cynthia did not return to the halfway house within her allotted time, a warrant for her arrest would be issued. 

[color=99ccff]"I see,"[/color] Iris replied, skeptical at best as Mali handed her the card with contact information. If Relic and Mali decided to leave, that was their decision. Iris, meanwhile, had the cocky sense of security of youth and a determined need to be there for her patients. [color=99ccff]"Valentine, if you would like to spend some time with...the other Valentine, I can arrange a few days for you at the most. I'll need a name to put down for our records and contact information, if you have those on hand?"[/color]