[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
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	[color=#DB7093]”You do enough, Nic. You're the head nurse at Chicago Med for goddess sakes. You save a lot of people every day,”[/color] I remind him.

	Caden nods in agreement, finishing off his ice cream. [color=#006400]”We’ll teach you what you need to notice for supernatural attacks, some of the more noticeable signs.. In some ways, you’ll be the first line of information for all of us. Up until now, we usually wait for the police to inform us.”[/color]

	[color=#DB7093]”Speaking of the police, we’ll need to go into the station tomorrow,”[/color] I reminded Caden, pointing my spoon at him.

	[color=#006400]”Yes, yes. I’ll pick you up in the morning. I already told Costa we would meet him at the station.”[/color] I smile and nod, returning to my ice cream. 

	[color=#006400]”Another thing about the treaty, Nic — and this we don’t always listen to — the police or the government don’t want us interfering with cases unless asked to advise. It is maddeningly frustrating, but they still think they have the answers to everything because they are human and we are the ‘monsters’.”[/color]

	[color=#DB7093]"Idiots,"[/color] I grumble into my ice cream.