(Just marking my place)

Cassie sat silently and remained quiet as the man introduced himself as the mysterious Cesare. She helped herself to the food, ignoring the bread and only taking a couple of forkfuls of salad before adding a more generous amount of chicken. She wasn’t especially fond of it, but food was food, protein was protein. 

She cut her food into neat slices as she listened to his plans. No emotion crossed her face, but her fingers tightened on the cutlery slightly as a rush of anger flooded through her. [i]Oh really, and we’ll just fall in with your plans, will we?[/i] Sure she hated Redline and wanted to slit his throat, but she disliked being dragooned into working with a bunch of others she didn’t know with a passion as well. Her eyes flickered around the others sitting in the room – were any of them thinking the same sort of things?

She suspected that none of the others wanted to work with the rest of the group either. Cassie wondered which of them, if any, would be at least bareable. She almost rolled her eyes at the idiot levitating in the air, silently marking him down as a first class prick, and barely resisted the sudden urge to stab him in the leg with her fork. Her ears pricked up when the bald guy Frank had a little temper tantrum and shouted at Cesare, flicking him a more thoughtful glance when Cesare mentioned selling Capizzi’s ‘leftovers’. [i]Trafficking in superhumans, eh?[/i] She decided to keep well away from him, at least until she had more of an idea of what he could do. So long as she kept her claws sheathed she looked human.

She pushed her empty plate away, and listened as the other balding guy asked what he knew about the heroes. Cassie leaned forward in her chair, fingers lacing together, waiting for Cesare’s answer with interest. If he knew so much about them, surely he knew more than most about the heroes as well? Not that there was much that was unknown about Redline – the guy as such a frigging poser he liked every detail of his life being known to the world. 

When she heard Cesare’s answer she’d decide what she was doing.