[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://37.media.tumblr.com/140188e97fe730272d6b2ce396726619/tumblr_mwqk74O06E1qijnxzo6_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Apartment ---> Bus Stop[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday nodded, pausing in the stairwell with Ronnie. She pulled her hair back, for a moment fantasizing about cutting it all off. She figured she could rock a pixie cut if she wanted to, but she had formed a habit of pulling on her hair when stressed. A shorter length didn't lend itself to that easily. And besides, as indecisive as she was about her hair, she'd probably want to put it up in braids the very next day. It made more sense for her to just leave it be. 

[color=ff6600]"Yeah, thanks for that,"[/color] Tuesday said, forcing a smile of her own. She couldn't help but wonder why her Grimm friends continued to bother her, to scold her for her behavior, and all her childish. It wasn't that she expected them to change their opinions--it was more that it didn't make sense to her any more why they cared. Riley she could understand, they were twins. But Marc? He had no reason to give a fuck about her, he had every reason to haul her ass to jail or leave her to die. 

Following him to the bus stop, she frowned slightly as Ronnie pointed out that Roy wasn't heading in the correct direction. At first, she considered it was an emergency call he was responding to--but detectives don't exactly do that, do they? But given that it was Justice, Tuesday shrugged it off, figuring that Roy was dirty. It was rarer to find a clean cop these days, reminding her a bit of the show [i]Gotham[/i] on Fox. One of the inmates during her last stay in prison had been obsessed with it, insisting on putting it on during TV time. But hey, it beat the home improvement shows they usually watched. 

[color=ff6600]"Been a few times,"[/color] Tuesday replied, a coy smile on her lips. [color=ff6600]"That's where I hooked up with that girl with the shaved head? Can't remember her fucking name anymore, but AfterDark seemed like a good time, from what I can remember."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/30e69e112dfc3b5bbd58d16a38b928da/tumblr_inline_nvc5swL8dk1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Near Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded, returning her attention to what was, for now, the closest thing she had to a crime scene. Caesar very well could have been right. Someone had cut through that grate to create an opening, and for a complex with such high security, she doubted just anyone could have done it. Part of her mused if that was the offense Alicia was murdered over. Biting her lip, she wished that there was some more trace evidence in the surrounding area, something to show if Alicia and Lorna had indeed crawled through here, in order to infiltrate the compound.

Except that hardly made much sense to her. Alicia and Lorna operated security for Queensguard--why sneak in? Biting her lip, she imagined that this was a Jessica Jones comic, telling the story to herself in imagined comic book panels. The solution almost appeared more obvious that way, though she wasn't entirely sold on it. Alicia and Lorna had made a conscious decision to betray Queensguard, the mysterious operation connected with almost everything, it seemed. Her would-be murderer was on their payroll, that much Cecily was certain of. 

At Caesar's hushed words on the phone, Cecily's ears perked up slightly. Now [i]that[/i] would explain the large escort. She wasn't a huge fan of the current presidential administration, but McCormick had been one of her favorite cabinet picks. Not that she spent all of her time thinking about politics, of course--it was more that her grandmother, Annie, had called her and talked with her about the importance of female representation in the cabinet for hours, as she mentioned how much she wished her Aunt Nora had been alive to see the day. 

But then again, McCormick's presence was as troubling as it was exciting. If this really was a massive conspiracy orchestrated by Queensguard, then McCormick was involved somehow. And if McCormick was involved, then the federal government was implicated in this. The scandal and conspiracy was overwhelming in proportion, and once more, Cecily couldn't help but hope slightly that the FBI would take jurisdiction soon enough. It was reaching something beyond the scope of the Justice PD. 

[color=00ccff]"Thanks,"[/color] Cecily replied softly, tying the bandana around her wrist to obscure the tattoo. She already figured that they were going to go inside, and she pulled out her phone, seeing the text from Roy. She realized that this was perhaps the last text she'd ever send, that the possibility of her being murdered inside the compound was high. And so, if this really was the last text, it'd have to be perfect. 

[center][i][color=00ccff]The game is afoot! Come at once! -C.A.[/color][/i][/center]