[hr][i][h1][color=springgreen]Cindy Keagan[/color], & [color=aqua]Jennifer Caspin[/color].[/h1][/i][hr] [i][u]Havenfield Market, Roseview.[/u][/i] The DOVE exhibit wasn't too bad. Especially with a fancy hotdog that Cindy helped herself to. She should be making efforts towards staying in shape, but she should also be relaxing here (Calm before the storm, after all). She's in great shape as is using the best of the DOVE workout facilities. Her butt's already great enough. Cindy took a large, unlady-like, bite out of the hotdog, and used a napkin that she had in her other hand to wipe the crumbs and bits and pieces away. Her brown eyes drifted towards her friend, Jennifer, who was wearing the same white hoodie as before, and eating a chili dog. She looked pretty detached from things, looking around as everything sped on past. For a moment, Cindy could see a look in her eyes that could be interpreted as [i]longing[/i]. And the DOVE knew exactly what Jennifer wanted. Like everyone's been telling her, it's best if she puts the past behind her. Before Cindy could raise a peep about Jennifer, she heard some comms chatter from April. Unexpected, but if someone's using their comms, then they [i]must[/i] have something to report. [i]"So, tons of folks spread over a huge area outdoors with only a check-in at the front to determine who gets in and gets out. Just to be clear, what is my job if shit [/i]does[i] go tits-up? Die first?"[/i] Coming from April. Cindy just [i]had[/i] to resist saying, [i]"Your duty"[/i] in the most bitter tone possible. Because this was pretty eyeroll inducing for Cindy. Not only for April to be wasting everyone's time with idle comms chatter - especially when everyone is on order to keep the comms clear unless they have something to report. Just for the sake of being [i]polite,[/i] Cindy was going to play along. "You know, Meif- One of my co-workers would say something like "die a hero," but since she's not here... Do I have to review the [i]lengthy[/i] evacuation procedures on comms?" Cindy said in a very sarcastic fashion for all the RAVENS and DOVES to hear. She was met with collective groans. "Then let me give you the short version; get civilians out of the line of fire, [i]then[/i] deal with the threats." Cindy realized she was being a bit of a bitch, that was probably because of how tense she was. Honestly, this whole event was something that was bound to go horribly wrong. However, she had some strong opinions... "Look, while this - this fair - may not seem like a good idea, we have to at least try. Because if we cancel everything out of fear, then that's just going to build up fear, and bitterness." Cindy was putting her DOVE training to good use when she spoke. "Both of which against Metahumans." It was funny, a few moments ago she was chiding April for idle comms chatter. "So, let's just keep an eye open, and report anything suspect." [hr][i][h1]...[/h1][/i][hr] [i][u]Havenfield Market, Roseview.[/u][/i] Inside the tent, was not only Deborah Javuant, the head of DOVE.... ... But someone who would want her head. It was a woman with brown hair tied into a ponytail, sitting with a form fitting DOVE uniform on that displayed her curves quite well. She looked at Deborah, surprised by her arrival, since it was completely unexpected. However, she had to quickly alert somebody of this. Since she's aware that Deborah's on [i]the list[/i]. The woman stepped out of the tent after feigning her phone ringing, and walked into a backalley where nobody would see hear a word she says underneath all the chatter of the festival. She phoned a very special number, and pressed it up against her ear... "... This better be important." The voice of the Foundation Woman was a very bitter one, as it was clear she was being interrupted. "Look, Deborah Javuant is at the Harvest Festival in Baybridge," The traitor within DOVE said. "I know this is a waste of your time, but I figured I'd inform you because she is on the list...." The Foundation Woman was silent for a few moments. "... The Founding Family appreciates this information." [hr][i][h1]The Black Hound, & The Foundation Woman.[/h1][/i][hr] [i][u]???[/u][/i] When the Hound wasn't on a mission, he would retreat into this large chamber full of pods. Which served as his base of operations, merely because barely anyone came around here. He put his helmet on the side, as he smoked a cigar. He looked up at the pods for a moment, before wondering what [i]they[/i] would end up being like. Hmph. Just another cog in the machine. The Black Hound stood straight up, and began marching through the pods with his helmet off. He stepped between them, as he contemplated. He looked inside briefly, as he considered breaking the contents for a moment. He continued his march, only the light of his cigar giving away his position - his black armor was hard to spot inside this incredibly dark room. The room was silent save for the sounds of beeping, liquids moving, and machines operating - and of course, the Black Hound's footsteps. Another set of footsteps approached, and the Black Hound looked at her. "Black Hound," The Foundation Woman said. "I told you never to leave your helmet behind." She grinned. "... You have an assignment." The mysterious man was silent for a moment. "... Affirmative, I'll carry it out soon as possible." He walked back over to the pod with the strange content, and put his hand on it. "Just another assassination I presume...?" The Hound bitterly asks. "I just long for a day when I'm not the weapon of madmen...." The Black Hound said. "... The day when I'll finally be [i]real.[/i]" The Foundation Woman stepped up to the Black Hound. "I understand how you feel... but, for now, we have to serve." The Foundation Woman attempted to reassure. "Some day, things will be different...." The Black Hound's eyes flashed a bright, electronic red for a few moments. "... It's what we're working for, after all?" "Yes, yes, yes..." The Foundation Woman answered. "Now, your target is in Baybridge... you may know her as the leader of DOVE." The Hound gave the Foundation Woman an aside glance. "Deborah Javuant?" He asked. "That is correct... a source informed me of a little thing we can take advantage of, so I decided to make up for our failure to overload Old Man Winter..." "Under the noses of the Blessed Three?" The Black Hound asked. "Hehe... I wouldn't say that..." The Black Hound looked at her for a moment, before speaking, "Furthermore... we know of her abilities, that could be risky... should she survive...." The Foundation Woman's mouth opened. "... Yes, [i]should she.[/i]"