[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/18f81a3659e4e295775fe7ee9c66a7f6/tumblr_inline_nvc1a7hebR1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Taqueria ---> The Roller Derby[/center][hr][hr]Cecily watched, dread filling her stomach, as grimaces marred Caesar's quite marred face. She reached her hand down, pulling out her phone, ready to call Roy in an instant. Her heartbeat accelerated, as her eyes darted around, once again confirming where all of the entrances were. It was one of her darkest fears, sexual assault, and it couldn't have appeared any the more possible. 

That was, of course, until Caesar assaulted her by spewing his taco all over her. Cecily blinked, recoiling in disgust. Though she didn't mean it, she almost wished that Caesar [i]had[/i] been hitting on her. Gingerly, Cecily picked up the lone napkin on the table, and wiped her face clean. Bits of taco meat clung to her hair, and the partially chewed bits of wonder covered her shoulders as well. Something was [i]definitely[/i] going to leave a stain, she realized with a bit of a sigh. As terrifying as the man was, she couldn't help but be slightly irritated. Her parents would've killed her had she acted like that--in fact, they'd screamed at her brother on numerous occasions over it. 

Cecily nodded slightly, returning her attention to the videos. They, at least, didn't seem to spray taco bits all over her. She frowned slightly, pausing the video on an oddly familiar man. For all she knew, he lived at the Boston Heights--but that didn't feel right to her. She recognized him from somewhere, but with her line of work, she met new people every day. Sure, half of them were corpses and the other half murderers, but it was still a healthy variety. Her phone buzzed, the burner one, and Cecily glanced down. 

She quickly tapped out a text message in reply, using her own sort of code. It wasn't filled with cyphers and symbols. Instead, it relied on someone with the sense of humor involved with late nights spent watching Netflix. [center][i][color=00ccff]To [b]Batman[/b]
Rising Tide, could be Hydra, could be S.H.I.E.L.D. Got a potential Capaldi in Pompeii. Video evidence. Heading to Harley Quinn's night job.[/color][/i][/center]
To anyone with an insane knowledge of comics and other pop culture, the message would be simple: an organization of unknown intent [Machete Security Services] took a video of someone familiar that Cecily place [Mr. March]. She was heading to the Roller Derby [Harley Quinn's second job in the [i]New 52[/i] Comic Series.] She put her phone away, and paused for a moment, before following Caesar out the door and getting on the trike behind him. Roy had told her to trust no one. 

Perhaps Machete Security Services knew more than they were letting on. At any rate, it couldn't hurt. Someone had already attempted to kill her that day, and she was certain that Roy would be able to figure out her message [i]eventually[/i] if he tried hard enough, and her death wouldn't be chalked up to an accident. Besides, she was fairly certain it was in her will to perform an autopsy.

Though, she couldn't quite remember whether or not she actually [i]had[/i] a will. She pushed those thoughts away, holding onto Caesar as the trike headed towards the Roller Derby.