[h3][center][color=royalblue]Kestrel[/color][/center][/h3]
Having expected all of the assassins to simply take his command and leave, Kestrel raised a brow at Wanda's approach. He splayed his hands across his desk, assuming that she might be about to challenge his assignment and preparing to enforce it. (He wasn't quite in the mood to be gentle about it, but he would have made a attempt for the little bird). Sure, the job was much less confrontational than Owl's was, but he was trusting Pigeon with a lot in this one. Relied on the cleverness and ingenuity that had led her into finding Avia to begin with. No one else had sought him out like she had.

It was a relief at first when all she did was hold out her phone to him, which he accepted with more curiosity. Looking first up to her face, he examined it carefully in the hopes of finding a hint to what this was before even reading. Whatever he found there seemed to discourage him and his shoulders tensed just the smallest amount, eyes dropping  the glowing screen. The tension nearly tripled and his lip curled subtly. Indigo irises danced back ad forth as he read the text rapidly, going back up at the end to inspect the image more closely.

His teeth gritted behind tight lips and when he handed the device back to Wanda, his grip was nearly enough to crush it. His gaze was back on her, or at least pointed in her direction as it grew unfocused with thought. The silence had been diffusing through the room for the past few minutes and it only grew denser in that moment, more foreboding. Kestrels hands were tight against his desk, crushing the wood.

There were so many things to consider with this, eggshells to plan how to walk across. Something very, very dangerous had happened here and even investigation was a hazard to consider. The Black Cats were more often than not time bombs, their fuse minuscule and Kestrel could already feel the lames on his face. He didn't want this.

"[color=royalblue]Thank you for showing this to me.[/color]" The man said, voice quiet, though still enough to break through the fog he'd created in his office. Vision growing focused again, he stood and walked over to the girl. A hand was placed on her shoulder. "[color=royalblue]In addition to hunting down Mockingbird's lover, I need you to track down Derek Mann, the person they refer to as The Angel on the streets. I need to speak with him.[/color]"

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[h3][center][color=goldenrod]Rook[/color][/center][/h3]
She nodded and the action was weak. And though in that moment, she took a small step to distance herself further from  Liam, she also extended out her and. It was pricey, much more than she really liked to even hear as an offer, let alone what she would agree to. If circumstances had been different, more stable, she might have fought for it with more venom, but she was harmless in this environment, she didn't [i]have[/i] venom. Besides, she needed this done and she needed to leave and all of that added up to her with her hand extended out to the Black King that so terrified, intrigued and disgusted her, palm sideways waiting to shake with this devil. She breathed out her fear and summoned confidence. "[color=darksalmon]I will send the money to your account as soon as I can gather it. Just please.. Stop whoever is doing this.[/color]"

Rook cheerfully pushed himself up from the chair as the deal was wrapping up (struggling a bit against the suffocating comfort), approaching enough to be notice, but not enough to be in the way. He smiled all the way to his eyes, which shut from the cheer of it, his hands folded in front of him as he rocked childishly on his feet. "[color=goldenrod]I can take Mrs. Gilliam downstairs if that's all, sir~[/color]" The sweet boy opened his eyes, flashing those innocent jade pools that could draw people in so well. He tilted his head, grinning as he waited for his next official orders.

One could not deny that the Black Rook was impressive in his ability to lie with every inch off his being. He stood there with those naïve eyes, that bright smile, looking forever younger than he was. But he could have easily plunged a knife through this woman's throbbing carotid artery and hummed as the blood ran down the blade and over his fingers. All off of the King's command. There was a reason he was here.


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[h3][center][color=sienna]Helianthus[/color][/center][/h3]
Douglas was relieved when the door swung open, allowing him to step inside before he had to -god forbid- ask about Annabelle's personal life. He did offer her a gentle nod though, to signal the end of their 'conversation'. The closest to traditional politeness as he got.

He made his way into the room, passing by the offered alcohol. His fingertips traced over the caps, feeling ridges on the sides of the containers that labeled them unique, but he continued on past them without stopping. A deal had bee struck upon entering his relationship with Evelynn that barred him from the offer; he had promised to give up alcohol except on special occasions, which this did not count as. Her mother had committed suicide through a muddied liver, something she was insistent on never having to bear witness to again. So he forced himself to forget about the poison and continued deeper into thee room. He walked silently to the vases, resting beside a proudly standing sunflower. He went to feeling again, fingers tracing yellow petals and gaining all his focus for a moment.

Then, brown eyes canted towards the other two and took in the unusual population of thee room. "[color=sienna]Just us?[/color]" Usually, it was either one assassin accepting their missions or a whole group. The fact that there was only the three of them then seemed to denote an unusual occurrence within the first district.

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