[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://kayceedubs.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/tumblr_mgzbia55fy1s3fblro1_400.gif[/img][hr]Location: Club AfterDark[/center][hr][hr]As Trisha sized her up, Tuesday frowned. Before she had gone down the horrible path that brought her where she was today, she never would have outwardly portrayed her displeasure. It felt disgusting, though, like she was a piece of meat. Some of the girls--and guards--in prison had done the same. And sure, her first kingpin had as well...But she never quite grew comfortable with it. For a brief moment, Chloe wondered if she called up Marc, and asked for his help to get her life back together, if it'd be possible. 

Could she still be a surgeon? She had always brushed it off, convinced she had thrown away her future with that first arrest. There was no point in trying after that, no point in things getting better. Her life had ended--so why not just fuck it, and get the bad times over with? Why not throw herself into more and more shit, until something does her the mercy to end her life? And in that same moment, Tuesday practically wished she had been among the dead of Grimm High. 

[color=ff6600]"Extremely,"[/color] Tuesday said bluntly, in reply to Trisha's comment. But as the prospect of her helping out with the drop? Sure, Ronnie was her friend, but she wasn't [i]stupid[/i]. Big drops meant big risks. The pay could be fantastic, but the prison sentence, if caught, usually increased exponentially. She was already doing a bunch of stupid shit, with her smuggling drugs into prisons. 

[color=ff6600]"Better be decent pay then, if I'm freelancing for you,"[/color] Tuesday interjected. A mere sampling fee wasn't enough for this occasion. She needed something to make it worth her time. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/55516547/large.gif[/img][hr]Location: Near Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded. They had as many useful samples as they could hope to get, considering the current circumstances. But she doubted there would be any left, if they came back at another time. Queensguard, whatever they were up to, meant business. And she was almost certain Proserpine, the woman who shot at her, was on their payroll. The more she learned about this, the more horrid it became. In the back of her mind, she made a quiet decision. She'd send in her resignation, for real this time. Enough was enough. 

[color=00ccff]"I'm good,"[/color] Cecily replied, taking a bit of a deep breath as Caesar motioned for them to go. She knew that it was complicated, that they'd have to wait until the guards were in proper alignment, and that their window of time narrowed more and more with each second. But she also felt herself nearing death, walking closer to her final resting place. Was there life after death? She wasn't sure, but she hoped desperately that there was. Justice couldn't be where it ended.

Her heart dropped slightly as Caesar said those words. But at the same time, her resolve strengthened. In a few short minutes, Cecily felt that they would know what had truly happened to Alicia Gonzalez--perhaps the same thing that had happened to everyone else in this town who knew more than they were supposed to. Danica Graves had something to do with this as well--Proserpine's hands were drenched with blood, likely Danica's as well.