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[b]Location: Kayla & Mia’s Apartment, French Quarter, Lost Haven
Time: Morning (10:00am)[/b][/center]
The morning after Kayla’s appearance as an unknown archer was rough. While Jeremy had heard everything that had happened during the evening 6 days ago and allowed her time off to allow her to recover from the shock, still trying to get back into routine so she can get back to work was tough. She had managed to get a lot of the electronic components from her work store and the components for making arrows, especially for some of the specialized arrows that she had in mind for future use. The first arrow that she had in mind, which would become the basis of all of her special arrows was one that would assist in traversing the city landscape. While trying to learn parkour on the fly had come up with some mild success, she did admit that hauling two unconscious men up via ladder was a struggle and everything about the ‘interrogation’ would have been awkward if someone saw them on the ground. Despite the flaws, the night had been successful in getting some needed information. 

Her body was sore while in her personal archery room in the apartment, adding things to the bare mind map that was on one of the wall. The room had initially been a spare room that Mia had for storage, Kayla had been using it as her personal room in which she could practice archery and had the key to enter the locked room. While it wasn’t perfect for a place where she keeps her new ‘night life’, but it certainly would be a good temporary place whilst Mia remained in hospital by Mark’s side, who remained in critical condition. She had planned to visit them later today, but she first needs to have a look and process the information that was retrieved. Picking up a personal voice recorder, she sat down in one of the revolving office chairs. [color=E38C2D]”Last night, at 2:18am,”[/color] she started, her cognac eyes looking at the mind map. [color=E38C2D]”… I had encountered two low-time criminals. While one of them remained unconscious throughout the questioning, the other one who I did interrogate was known in the area as the Argentine in relation to his origin and the main members of his small-time criminal organization. The man responsible for the bombing in the vicinity…”[/color] The image of the man came across her mind, causing her to pause. Once the image was gone, she carried on. [color=E38C2D]”… had been identified as a member of the Penose. They are a criminal organization, originating from the Netherlands, that has been rumoured to be a rising organization in Lost Haven. However, the Argentine didn’t give me a location or the general area in where the group is conducting its business. That was proven to be the case when he failed to give an account to who or where they got the explosives from. As tracking and questioning the organizations that sell explosives will take too long before the man disappears forever, the next course of action is to determine the construction of the bomb and look at the electronic components in the bomb.”[/color] She pauses again, not wanting to say what she had in mind in order to get a lead on the Penose. However, she knew she was running out of options and time. [color=E38C2D]”In order to determine the electronics of the bomb, I need to see the fragments. This will lead to one of two paths: to convince the police to see the fragments in the police department before they are sent off… or to break into the police department and get the fragments myself. Neither option is great, but I have to find another lead quickly.”[/color] 

She stopped the recording and pushed herself towards a workbench in the room. On the top, multiple arrow shafts were grouped into two piles: The pile on the left side of the table looked like nothing had been modified, bar the arrow wraps, flights and nocks; On the right, the arrows looked similar barring metal wires emerging from within the shaft, a tri-pronged broadhead arrow with hinged head additions on the end of it. The first set of special arrows she had in mind would help counter the traversing problem she had on the first night, simply dubbed ‘grappling arrow’. Towards the right end of the bench, the gloves she wore were propped against the wall, the right hand now having an additional mechanism. The mechanism was to help with getting the grapple to work, made of an old cassette player with newer, stronger motors. Rubber cogs were attached to the ends of the motors, interlocking with each other with some test wire remaining in place as a test. Her eyes focused down on the arrows and carried on modifying the arrow shafts from the left-hand pile. [i]Another lead needs to be found or everything done was for nothing.[/i]
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[center] [b]Location: One of the general hospitals, Lost Haven
Time: Afternoon (15:20 pm)[/b][/center]
Ever since the bombing, Mark had been in a coma. The doctors did all they could with the shrapnel that was lodged in his gut but any possible infection that came as a result from the injury was a concern of the doctors. The bleeding was no longer a concern, which was at least comforting news. In the end, the doctors were still pessimistic about his outlook despite his body being pumped with antibiotics and painkillers. Even if he survived the infection, he would never be the same person he was. The shrapnel, while it did not go through his body, was embedded in his spine. While a neurologist hasn’t examined him yet, the amount of shrapnel that was embedded in his spine was more than enough to hit the nerves. If he pulled through this, he would never walk again.

Kayla arrived into the ICU, unzipping her cloak as she walked in. She spots Mia, head lying on the bed next to her boyfriend. His heart monitor was still beeping away, which was a good sign. Kayla reached Mia’s side and gently nudged her shoulder. Her friend jumped up to see who it was but relaxed shortly afterwards. [color=E38C2D]”Another rough night?”[/color] Kayla asked, watching her childhood friend rub the sleep out of her eyes.

“Yeah,” she replied, the grogginess in her voice giving all the information Kayla needed. Ever since the bombing, Mia had remained at his side, only returning to the apartment just to shower. “Just don’t want him to get any worse than he is now.”

[color=E38C2D]”The doctors would have that covered. He’s in the best of hands.”[/color]

“I know. I’m just worried for him.”

[color=E38C2D]”And I’m worried about you. You haven’t been sleeping well. I’m sure he will be fine with you getting at least some decent sleep in a bed.”[/color]

Mia sighs, “I guess you’re right. I’m just regretting letting him chasing the bus for his silly phone. He wouldn’t be in this state if I just stopped him.”

Kayla frowned. She hadn’t told Mia about the real reason why he ran after the bus. [i]I think that even if you did, he still would have ran for the bus.[/i] [color=E38C2D]”Hey, you don’t know that. No one really knew that something like this would happen.”[/color] [i]And it will never happen again once I find out who had done this. He will pay[/i] [color=E38C2D]”Shall we get you back home?”[/color] Mia nodded and gathered her things. Before they were out the door, Mia leant over and kissed Mark on his forehead. Kayla, in the meantime, told the doctor that her friend will be back once she got some sleep.

Once they were outside and at the bus stop, Mia looked towards her friend. “I have one question to ask.” Kayla turned to look her friend. “On that night, before the explosion, you started walking after a guy. Why did you go after him?”

The question surprised Kayla. She had been focused on getting answers from the man that she didn’t even consider what her actions looked like with the other people of the group. [color=E38C2D]”I thought he said something about me,”[/color] she replied. [color=E38C2D]”He mentioned something about someone in Pasadena while looking at me and though it was something. Guess I’ll never know.”[/color] The last part was uncertain in Kayla’s mind. She was determined to find that guy as he had something to do with it, but finding him in Lost Haven would be like finding a specific needle in a pile of needles. But she still hadn’t given up, thinking about tonight’s plan of action as she got on the bus.