[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: MSS Private Jet[/center][hr][hr]	Caesar's explanation didn't explain too much ultimately. If anything, it painted an image in Cecily's mind of Caesar's family constantly getting mixed up in conspiracies, with men in suits always chasing them down with guns. If that really was the case, she didn't blame Maria for not wanting that for her kid. The survival rate with these sort of things didn't seem to be all that great. They were lucky to be alive at the moment. She spent most of the remainder of the flight watching an X-Men movie on her laptop, headphones on, since she was messaging with Roy about it and that franchise was on her mind anyways. 

	Towards the end of the film, she adjusted her headphones so only one of the pads was actually covering her ears, allowing her to hear what was going on in the plane as well. Once they told Caesar and Natasha that they were going to be descending, Cecily turned off the movie, already perfectly aware of how it would end, and started to stow her belongings back inside of her bag. Her gun would be left on the plane, after Caesar's warning about weapons policies. 

	She left her headphones out however, thinking that she might as well listen to music for the remainder of the flight. It was her usual routine when it came to airplanes. If she was landing in Seattle, she'd always listen to Owl City. Anywhere else, the music selection was fair game. For the moment, ACDC songs were going through her headphones, more specifically, [i]Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.[/i] The brief intermission from danger and death would end once the plane had landed. Cecily just hoped no one in Mexico would be out to kill them. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: 3932 Chicago Heights ---> Justice Asylum[/center][hr][hr]	Once Iris finished traveling from her apartment at Chicago Heights to the asylum, she was greeted with what seemed to be an endless crowd of reporters. She practically had to push her way through the crowd, muttering [color=99ccff]"désolée!"[/color] and [color=99ccff]"sorry!"[/color] and [color=99ccff]"excuse me!"[/color] over and over again. By the time she managed to get through, she had to straighten out her hair a little bit in the lobby. However, at least things were a bit more peaceful than the day before. 

	Iris showed her badge to security before heading inside, picking up any papers that had been left for her at the nurse's station. She then headed into her office and set everything down, putting Cynthia's possessions into her desk's locked cabinet and locking them up. She didn't want anything to happen to them, just in case the FBI agent needed them as evidence. She'd need to look to see what patients she'd need to see, but she also wanted to know what had happened to Jaina. When she left the asylum last night, she was still in the room Marc had placed her in. 

	Iris then headed back over to the nurse's station and eventually located the paper trail that indicated that Jaina had been placed in solitary. [color=99ccff]"Quel dommage,"[/color] Iris murmured to herself. It was all such a mess, everything that had happened the previous day. A murder, a kidnapping, and a stabbing. She just hoped today would be better.