[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a1/a3/05/a1a3056444a158337d01cc015f02ba95.gif[/img][hr]Location: Club AfterDark[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"No problem, man, I get it,"[/color] Tuesday agreed, stepping off the bus with Ronnie, and heading towards the club. She chuckled slightly as Ronnie handed his gun over to the bouncer. With the familiarity he had with the bouncer, Tuesday couldn't help but imagine Ronnie was a bit of a regular. And it made sense, as a woman waved Ronnie over towards a booth. [i]Must be his boss,[/i] Tuesday decided. 

Despite Ronnie telling her to stay close, Tuesday wanted nothing more than to march over to the bar, and order a zombie. After seeing Riley [i]and[/i] Marc, she needed a strong drink. Truthfully, she didn't really [i]need[/i] to mix more chemicals through her system. Her best move would have been to stop pumping drugs inside of herself, and instead, learn to love vegetables a little bit more. But instead, Tuesday took a seat at the bar, craving something strong and sweet. 

She glanced over at Ronnie's boss, before her attention was claimed by a rather...[i]odd[/i] couple. A nerdy boy and a girl with more muscles than should have been humanly possible. Tuesday couldn't help but muse that the kid and the She-Hulk had gotten into some serious shit, as she watched them make a beeline for the bar. 

Maybe once Ronnie finished up with his boss, she'd go and get herself a drink. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c5b4a890adcd0a9ac88a4ff97b2a8d4d/tumblr_n3tlw2QmIN1ri5qp0o8_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Near Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]Roy didn't send her a text back. At first, the realization that her phone was buzzing at her incessantly, proclaiming the message's arrival, made her uneasy. Roy tended to be rather fast on the replies, but she tried not to worry about it too much. She had seen the motorcade exit the airfield--from what she could tell, just about [i]every[/i] possible security guard seemed to have been part of it. She doubted there would be anyone left to go murder Roy. 

Caesar moved along the bushes, and Cecily shadowed him for the most part. Her eyes kept sweeping over the various bits of the bushes, and she could smell the jet fuel. It reminded her of her college labs, when one of the non-chemistry majors would leave the gas on. Or perhaps it was like when her friend, Xavier, had accidentally let the fumes from his reaction waft into his nose, and he started bleeding. 

Either way, she was careful not to breathe in too deeply. 

Cecily noticed that the coast appeared to be clear. The gaping hole, accompanied with about two feet deep water, would allow them access to the compound. But as Caesar appeared to cling to the bushes and dry land, she figured he had to be doing it for good reason. Reminding herself of Locard's Exchange principle, Cecily deduced the answer: it was to prevent leaving tracks. 

[color=00ccff]"Are we going in?"[/color] Cecily inquired. It was impossible for them to leave no evidence behind that they had entered the airfield. However, that didn't mean they couldn't minimize those traces as much as possible.