[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/rdo2m1mep/tumblr_oxf6ecb7_Yi1wtw0p9o2_540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b]  Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Deduction, Knowledge of Chemistry, Knowledge of Biology, Knowledge of Toxicology[/center][hr]	If there was any part of her psyche that appreciated irony at the moment, she hadn't anticipated to be faced with her own Kobayashi Maru earlier that day when she asked Natasha about it. She was able to use her training to come to the quick diagnosis that the woman was bleeding internally. If she didn't get her to a hospital, she'd die. And even if she tried to get her to one, there was no guarantee she'd live. Of course, if she tried to save Natasha's life, she might never know what she meant with that one simple word - [i]lied.[/i] 

	Cecily didn't have the skills herself to save her. The seconds seemed to stretch into hours. Natasha was her friend and she cared about her - but she also had dedicated her life to uncovering the truth. And why would Natasha have lied? Cecily had read her as honest this entire time - perhaps she hadn't gotten the proper impression from her or there was something - or someone - Natasha was trying to protect? Her eyes flickered to Natasha's engagement ring and before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, Cecily pulled out her phone and had dialed 911. 

	[color=00ccff]"I need an ambulance,"[/color] she began, giving their exact location. [color=00ccff]"She's a cancer patient, late 20's in age, seems to be suffering from internal bleeding,"[/color] Cecily explained. She didn't know anything she could do to help Natasha and she didn't know if she made the right choice - but the heroes in her comics always chose human life. She'd have to find answers some other way. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/369c373ccd5492086fe09c131190330d/tumblr_o1l0wsNgEX1s5zf6fo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Secret Airstrip in Grimm
[b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Photographic Memory [/center][hr]	Iris was trying her best not to be too in awe of the conveniently timed rain and lightning. It was as if they were living in some sort of film, with the weather matching the ambiance perfectly. She took Ross' hand, limping slightly as she became more and more aware of her surroundings, but she felt like she was in decent shape overall. [color=99ccff]"Merci beaucoup,"[/color] she thanked him, trying to smile and stay positive but she was also worried. [color=99ccff]"Do you know what 'appened with the plane?"[/color] she then asked him softly. 

	She didn't know how to shoot a gun and she shook her head. She knew how to fence, how to play ice hockey, and she was a decent runner - but she'd never even handled a gun before. All she knew was there was something to do with pulling the trigger and aiming. Of course, she also knew how to ski but then again, it wasn't a skill that would see much use in this environment. She hoped that they weren't too far from where they needed to go - though she was worried that Barney's daughter or "niece" had been behind the plane crash.