[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/5iOp.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Sidewalk Across the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily relaxed slightly, until Roy added on the: [i]as long as you think you are.[/i] She honestly didn't know what to think. Maybe the line was secure. Maybe someone had grabbed her phone in the middle of the night and tapped it. She didn't even have an idea of how phone tapping worked - but she was all alone across the border barely, having what she realized was a long put off mental breakdown over all of this craziness. [color=00ccff]"I....I said I'd go to...to...."[/color] she bit her lip, trying to think of a codename for Chicago. [color=00ccff]"to Ferris Bueller's h-h-h-house...."[/color]

	She took another deep breath, her chin wobbling. The harder she tried not to cry and lose it, the more impossible it seemed to become. Natasha had just [i]died[/i] in front of her. And she couldn't even begin to comprehend what she had meant by [i]two[/i] and [i]lied.[/i] [color=00ccff]"I-I-I'm really scared, Logan..."[/color] she then whispered. [color=00ccff]"I-I-I-I f-feel like someone's going to put a bullet in my brain next....th-that I'll be the next body to d-d-drop..."[/color] She took another breath, before she couldn't take it anymore and she just started to cry. No one had ever told her that getting into forensics could be this dangerous. [color=00ccff]"....I-I don't w-w-want to die..."[/color]