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[color=Lightgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] Star City Bank, 36th floor 
[color=Lightgreen][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Claire and ???
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It took some convincing to have Kassy agree to let her scout on ahead. The Atlantean girl stayed with Cora given her lack of experience and they would cover more ground this way. They were less likely to get caught with Cora interfering with the security camera's and Kassy being able to render herself almost completely undetectable. 

Daphne slowly descended the velvet covered steps of the stairs leading to the 36th floor. She kept her eyes and ears peeled for anything that might indicate the presence of hostages and hostage takers. It was eery to be inside a building that would usually have been buzzing with people. She exited the stairway and entered into a hall. To her left were glass cubicles, arranged in cross patterns. Everything looked like it was left behind in a rush. Computer screens were flickering, phones abandoned, somewhere a printer was still putting out paper. The contents of a half empty coffee cup were steadily dripping onto a very expensive looking leather chair. 

She resisted the urge to call out while she maneuvered through the cubicles. Suddenly a phone started buzzing. Her heart jumped in her chest and she immediately ducked behind one of the desks, as if shots were being fired. The phone kept vibrating until it fell onto the floor. The call ended, only to immediately start again. At first she just stayed crawled up under the desk, determined to hide, but the buzzing wouldn't stop. Ultimately she reached out and grabbed the phone, checking the caller id. It was a woman. Daphne ignored the call and immediately started to text her back. 

[color=Lightgreen][i]"Hi Claire. My name is Daphne. The person you're trying to call left their phone behind. I'm in the central bank right now and it's being robbed."[/i][/color]
Claire was quick to respond with a string of worried questions. 
[color=Violet][i]"Omg are you okay? What's the situation in there? Have you seen my fiancee???"[/I][/color]
[color=Lightgreen][i]"No I'm sorry I haven't seen him, but I think I'm at his desk right now.."[/i][/color]
Daphne scrolled through the phone's gallery and sent Claire a picture of a couple that could be them. 
[color=Lightgreen][i]"Is this your fiancee?"[/i][/color]
[color=Violet][i]"Yes that's us. His name is Murad. Please if you see him can you let me know he's okay??"
"I've been losing my mind ever since I saw the news and thank God you picked up. Are the police handeling the situation? Are they coming to get you out?"[/i][/color]

Somewhere not too far off from the cubicles Daphne heard footsteps. She couldn't tell if they were approaching or leaving. 
[color=Lightgreen][i]"I have to go now. I'll keep you updated..."[/i][/color]
Daphne put the phone on mute and carefully peeked over the top of the desk. There was no one there..... and the footsteps had stopped. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she swallowed back a lump before turning on the comms. 
[color=Lightgreen]"Guys...are any of you on the 36th floor right now?"[/color]

The Team replied with a unified [b]no[/b], which made her feel worse. She struggled momentarily with anxiety before forcing herself to get out from under the desk. There were people that needed to be saved and now that one of them had a face she was more determined than ever. Daphne completed her search of the 36th floor, reaching the hallway leading to the elevators. 
[color=Lightgreen]"Nymph on comms. The 36th floor is clear. There are no.."[/color]

The elevator bell tinging cut her off. The doors were starting to open and Daphne stared at them wide eyed. She was frozen in place before a voice snapped her out of it. It was coming from higher up. A hand was reaching out from the air vent right above her. 
[color=Firebrick]"In here!"[/color]

It was too high to jump and she didn't have time to grab a chair from the cubicle. She quickly transformed and fluttered up into the air vent, regaining her form once she was safe.