[center][h2][color=6ecff6]I R I S[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=6ecff6][i]Shit. Oh shit.[/i]

"Get to Archer,"[/color] she ordered urgently, pulling away from Cedar. [color=6ecff6]"Tell her about the ring, tell her, uhh, I'll bring it back with me. That--" [/color]

She jerked her hand up to the rooftop the guy had landed on. The confluence of healer's robes around this initial assignment today can't have been a coincidence. The sky over Rig was growing murkier; the storm she had scouted out was growing closer, and she could tell it was connected to this corpse, and to the orange robes she'd seen standing out amidst orange flames. [color=6ecff6][i]They almost burnt that girl up there.[/i][/color]

Determined, Iris' brow set beneath her ornate mask.

[color=6ecff6]"I gotta handle that,"[/color] she said. With the easy grace of the city's high-fliers, and with a speed and agility that belied her size, the big girl leapt from alley to vine and began clambering up the side of the spice shop. If she hurried, she could keep track of him. He was wearing a pretty big target, after all.