[color=deepskyblue][b]Finn[/b][/color] [color=red][b]Lockhart[/b][/color]
[@Inertia][@TheDarkTemplar][@PhoebeCarlisle][@Liocalset][@Ace of flames01]
Finn was listening intently to the conversation at hand, chewing on his lip as he contemplated what was being said. [i]Kill Mallory. That would be a big move. It would really hurt Callahan considering she's the one who invented the Wardens.[/i] Anyway, yes I could find her or rather I have been trying to find her. But so far I have been only able to get an approximate location in upstate New York." Car-tali said. Finn glanced up. "Could you find someone else though? Someone who could find Mallory? Her secretary or a colleague? There must be someone else you remember from your time as a Warden. Someone else," Finn inquired, his eyes lighting up as the gears in his brain spun round and round. He knew that Mallory was just the first rung of a very tall ladder but taking her out would throw a huge wrench in Callahan's plans. And if that was the case, he wanted in. Little did he know that soon he'd have another reason for killing Mallory. Finn noticed a girl walk in, looking somewhat frightened. She made her way over to a corner where she proceeded to curl up into a ball. Without warning, Finn made his way to the girl, kneeling beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey. You know a lot of people cry in a bar but they tend to be hammered beyond repair. You don't seem to fit that criteria," he said in a comforting tone.

[color=deepskyblue][b]Jessica[/b][/color] [color=gray][b]Thompson[/b][/color]
[@TheDarkTemplar]
[i]"Come on Jess! Come and get me!" a small boy shouted, shrieking with excitement as a little girl, no older than eight began chasing after him. The girl, who's blonde hair flew behind her in a mess of curls, was smiling, a big broad smile that told the world she couldn't be happier. Suddenly the scene changed. The boy was much older now, about twelve. The girl was closer to fourteen, a somber look clouding her face. They stood in front of a large, mahogany door. The girl had a backpack on and tears were streaming down her face. "You don't have to go Jess. We can keep you safe. The girl stayed silent, and instead hugged the boy, who began to sob. The scene changed one last time. This time the girl, about two years older now, was shaking hands with a boy of barely fourteen. "Nice to meet you Finn, I'm Jessica," she said, smiling. "Mind if I call you Jess?" he asked. Her face turned cold and she fixed him with a steely gaze. "Don't call me Jess. Ever."[/i] Jessica awoke with a start. She couldn't see anything due to the bag over her head. "Hey! Hey! Would you mind removing this bag from my head. Your covering my best features," she shouted in annoyance.