[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.org/7ksko0k9r/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location[/b]: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico [/center][hr]	Cecily stayed quiet for a few moments, nodding as an indication that she was thinking over everything Natasha had said. She had paranoid tendencies that only had been reaffirmed over the past few weeks. In combination with her pessimistic outlook on the world, she hadn't stopped to consider the fact that maybe it all [i]was[/i] just her being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When Proserpine had shot at her in Wallace's office, Natasha was right. It could have been anyone that was in that day. Another forensic tech, a janitor, a cop coming to drop off evidence, even Wallace himself - it didn't have anything to do with her. 

	She then considered what had happened at Queensguard. It was easy to forget that Natasha really didn't know what had happened there. Cecily bit on her lip, reviewing what had happened. Once they had gotten the evidence from the autopsy, she had gone with Caesar to Queensguard in order to try to find more evidence. After they entered the facility, the security force had attempted to gun them down, only for a secret underground bunker to save them. Taking a deep breath, she realized that if she hadn't gone with Caesar, she wouldn't have been shot at. 

	But that wasn't Caesar's fault. It was her choice to go investigate Queensguard with him. She started pacing back and forth again, uncertain as to whether her life was in mortal peril or if the danger was all in her head. As for what she knew about Caesar...She didn't know much. She knew that Roy trusted him and told her to stick with him, that he'd keep her safe. He ran a security company and had a shady past. But she trusted Caesar because Roy trusted him and because he had saved her life. 

	[color=00ccff]"After we found what evidence we could from Alicia's autopsy, Caesar and I went to Queensguard to investigate,"[/color] Cecily finally said. [color=00ccff]"When we were there and I had begun collecting water samples, there was a large hole cut in a grate. In the interest of getting more evidence, we went inside...Security spotted us and started firing. It's how I got shot. I...I was probably going to die, but we found a way out through the sewers. That's how it happened."[/color]

	She let out a deep breath, feeling like a teenager confessing what happened after prom to a parent. [color=00ccff]"As for Caesar...My partner told me to stay by him. I don't know a lot about him. I'm sorry he interrogated you like that...I didn't know he did that. And...maybe he has researched me. I don't know."[/color] It was obvious that Cecily was torn and confused - if the danger wasn't real, then she should go with Natasha. Call up her parents and ask them kindly to help them get a flight out of Mexico. But if it wasn't all in her head, then going back to Justice wasn't the safest place for her. 

	The roller derby from the night before flashed into her mind. She had gone there with Caesar. He had kept her safe. But was she truly on the Big Bad's radar? Or was it her pessimistic, paranoid nature?

	[color=00ccff]"I don't know what I should do."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc0a9f84cac592710128220e4db8bada/tumblr_oggm69aCVN1ueno0yo4_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location[/b]: Justice Asylum[/center][hr]	Iris' eyes widened with realization and then a bit of embarrassment. She psychoanalyzed people for a living and had slipped into that routine slightly. If Risa wasn't a translator specifically from the United Nations, she would have had Jaina sedated. There wasn't a guarantee that they'd be able to get another Russian translator in on such short notice or that Risa would even want to return once Jaina woke up - hopefully, with less flimsy restraints this time. 

	[color=99ccff]"[sub]1[/sub]Desolée,"[/color] Iris replied meekly. 

	Jaina hesitated for a moment, looking at Risa warily. Why didn't she want to play the game with her? Did she not know how to play - was that it? She supposed it could be embarrassing for an assassin to not know the knife throwing game, but Jaina wouldn't have held it against her. She would have been thrilled to teach her - though, Jaina was nearly always happy. It was a fundamental part of her psychosis. Jaina tilted her head, looking over Risa, until it dawned upon her. 

	[i]Duh.[/i] She didn't have a knife! Those lousy guards must have confiscated it from her! [color=ff99ff]"[sub]2[/sub]Kak tol'ko my poluchim nozh, my budem igrat', khorosho?"[/color] Jaina then said eagerly. They could just go on a Target run and get a bunch of cutlery! Jaina couldn't help but wonder how the game would play with steak knives....or spoons! Maybe they could use bullets and practice their gun skills? There were so many ideas flooding through her head that she almost didn't listen to Risa.

	[color=ff99ff]"[sub]3[/sub]Da, ya znayu yeye. Na samom dele ona byla ochen' khorosha v zhivopisi - vdokhnovlena,"[/color] Jaina answered. She laid flat on her back, stretching out her legs one at a time. Her messy blonde curls were splayed out behind her, almost making a small golden circle. 

[hider=Translations]1 = Sorry ([i]literal translation[/i]: desolated)
2 = As soon as we get a knife, we'll play, okay?
3 = Yeah, I know her. She was really good at painting - inspired, really. 
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