[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]	[color=00ccff]"Hold on, Nat, they're on their way,"[/color] Cecily reassured the woman, kneeling down next to her. There wasn't much she could do beyond hope that they'd get there in time. She knew that internal bleeding would need a miracle and at this rate, she didn't even know if the ambulance would get there soon enough. Cecily also felt certain that if she tried to move Natasha, she'd only make things worse. She didn't know where the nearest hospital was and she needed a medical professional - aside from the one dying on the ground. 

	However, she was noting every word that Natasha said and taking it all serious - [i]lied[/i] and [i]two.[/i] [color=00ccff]"Nat, what do you mean? I don't understand you,"[/color] Cecily admitted, taking the woman's hand and holding it. If Natasha was going to die, she wanted her to have at least some form of human contact before she went. It was the decent thing to do - right? [color=00ccff]"But you know what? Forget it. Just save your strength, okay? Forget about the cases and everything...What matters is you getting to walk down the aisle and get married to your fiancée."[/color]	

	It was the right thing to do - right?[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 nodded, following Ross. Ducking was something she could do excellently. Or at least, she thought that she could. She wasn't too sure on being able to anticipate gunfire and explosions coming from out of nowhere - the type that might cause a plane to crash - but she'd try her best. Her mind kept envisioning different scenarios in which Cynthia's mother could somehow cause the plane crash - yet for any of them to be true, she'd have to be nearby correct? Or was Cynthia's mother somehow able to take such actions remotely?

	Iris was equally worried about Cynthia - what if something had happened to her? She believed that Cynthia's mother loved her dearly, but that didn't mean she was fit to be a parent. [color=99ccff]"'Ow far away are we from our destination?"[/color] Iris then asked. She'd never been in this part of the U.S. before and she had no knowledge of how far away from Cynthia's adoptive parents they were. Of course, the fact that they were walking by foot and not by hired car or something similar would only slow them down. She just hoped they were there in time.