[CENTER][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/dqmsYsoJe6LC/giphy.gif[/img][/CENTER]
[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=6AA16A]L U C A S   M Y E R S[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 09:00 AM | Los Angeles, California | Interacting with [b]Riley Ridgeway[/b] [sub][@Nallore][/sub], [b]Declan G. Jones[/b][sub][@Ellion][/sub][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]For Lucas, the long drive after a regretful hookup was enjoyable -- it was a time in which he's able to sit back and think since he doesn't give himself much time to do so during the day. For him, this would stir up a look of irritation mixed with sadness. This huge, uncalled-for change in his life created a chain of sudden melancholy and unfortunate events, leading to his personality to become less lighthearted and more cold and gray. His mind would run to and fro to each dark corner that now shrouds his mind in negativity and hopelessness like a chronic pestilence that has no cure. But for Lucas, he tries to keep his mind running to refrain from meditating on one given thing so much that it becomes fabricated in his own, twisted reality. Peering forward to the horizon, he could only make up the long line of cars that crowded the 405 highway on this busy morning, but with a sigh, Lucas brushed it off since he was used to this and he got himself into this predicament. 

With one hand on the steering wheel and one rested on the armrest between the seats, he released an irritated groan from his lips, resting his head back in an attempt to calm himself down. With a few deep breaths, his mind would flash back to the strange events that now seem to be consuming his life, ridding any form of tranquility that he would try to draw from his given situation. Lucas pounded his head back against the head of the seat again and again until it was enough to let his anger subside back into a perpetual gloom, muttering under his breath, [color=6AA16A]"What the fuck is wrong with me?"[/color]

A voice was heard clear within the silence between his two countering moods, not coming from the dimmed radio, but instead the passenger seat of his car.

"Who the hell are you all!?"

Lucas' reaction was dull in comparison, only jumping slightly by the sudden appearance of yet another fabrication of his mind. This time, he showed no expression of shock and, alternatively, he kept a straight face from the monotonous occurrences that only he would be able to see. 

[color=6AA16A]"I would ask the same thing, but I guess everyone already knows who you are,"[/color] Lucas replied with a chuckle, not paying too much mind to her appearance, even given her idolized icon. He continued, [color=6AA16A]"I'm assuming you're just all in my head. Just like every-fucking-thing else that I see over, and over, and over again. So fine, I'll play this game too."[/color] In the middle of his statement, his voice would get increasingly angry, but calming down towards the end back to a monotone, tired voice. Lucas went on again, sarcastically, [color=6AA16A]"[i]Who are you? Why are you here? Where did you come from?[/i] I ask myself that every damn time but I never get an answer. So -- I give up."[/color]

Lucas looked into his rearview mirror to see another random appearance of another individual in his back seat, only mumbling in response, [color=6AA16A]"Great."[/color][/indent][/indent]
[hr][hr]
[CENTER][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb2zsfYpOy1rt2432.gif[/img][/CENTER]
[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A34541]L A N A   A L L A I R E[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 01:00 PM | New York City, New York | Interacting with Emmie Adams[sub][@Nallore][/sub][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]Just before Grant would give Lana the phone number of his connection, Director Smith interrupted with a sense of urgency. By his tone and his call for their presence in the conference room, this meant a briefing for an op, which Lana would always get an engaging rush from. As they moved into the conference room, Grant whispered to her, "Seems like you're not going to be able to get involved with that Philly case then."

[color=A34541]"Sure I can,"[/color] Lana replied confidently, [color=A34541]"We just finish this one quick and I'll go down there myself."[/color]

As they made their way into the conference room and found their seats, Grant chuckled in response to Lana, "Wait, Lana. I was joking about -- Are you seriously gonna go down there by yourself?"

Lana gave him a slight nod with a faint smirk, only to have him reply with the shake of his head. He knew he wouldn't be able to prevent Lana from going out on her own, so he didn't even bother to try and sway her decision. As they settled themselves into their seats, Lana began to gaze about the room, looking from other corresponding agents that were involved with the briefing to  the director and his signature poker face. It seemed like a regular briefing, the director fidgeting with the technology to properly display information on the board and then the piles of paperwork that would be filled with arbitrary information on the case that some people deemed relevant. For Lana, what seemed out of the ordinary was the girl that would be lurking around the room confused, almost as if she was lost. 

Lana couldn't help but become distracted by the girl that didn't seem to draw any attention from the other agents. The director then told Lana and Grant what their mission was and gestured to the files that were in front of them. She proceeded to open the files to see his name, alias, appearance, and the other general information about the suspect. Before diving into the file, Lana spoke up, [color=A34541]"Sir, there is a lot of good information in here that will give us a good lead, but -- who is the girl in the room?"[/color] Lana would turn her gaze to Emmie, [color=A34541]"Is she apart of the case? Will she give us some intel?"[/color]

In the corner of her eye, she could see Grant's humored, and confused, expression just before he would face-palm. The director kept his smug expression and questioned Lana, "I beg your pardon?"

The other agents shared the same reaction as them, but Lana persisted, [color=A34541]"She's been roaming around the room ever since we got here."[/color]

"Lana," the director rubbed his temples with his fingers in irritation, "If you're still having repercussions from your illness, I'll take you off the case-."

[color=A34541]"No, I'm fine,"[/color] Lana answered abruptly, [color=A34541]"I'll get right to it."[/color]

With that Lana was the first to exit the room, but on her way out she would mumble to Emmie, [color=A34541]"Come with me."[/color][/indent][/indent]