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[b]The Grande Diamonde: 10th Floor - Grande Suite[/b]
[i]“You can look after her, right?”[/i]

Kenneth's words echoed in Iliana's head, although the man was long gone. Ordinarily she would have the upmost confidence in herself, but... she had failed. She had allowed that... that [i]snake[/i] to escape with Selan when she hesitated. She shouldn't have allowed either of them to escape! Looking back to the live screens, she searched somewhat desperately for any sign of the pair. Many of the cameras seemed to have been destroyed, fustratingly enough - most of them around the lower levels of the main lobby area. Enough of them still worked to see most of the scenes though. The dark skinned woman from earlier heading towards the pool room - as recognisable as ever despite the quality of the pictures. A gods damned superhero. The somewhat destructive fight in the casino. No sign however of Neil or Selan.

She clenched her fists, tight enough that if her nails were any longer she probably would have drawn blood. No. No she couldn't allow herself to fail again. She wouldn't allow that to happen. She sighed and slipped seemingly effortlessly back into her usual composure.

Marcy. The woman had remained very quiet throughout the proceedings - in fact, the only time she ever seemed to speak was when directly spoken to and to shout out when her friend vanished. Iliana turned to her, noticing that for the first time Marcy's expression had shifted from before. Well, since Selan was no longer in her range, she may as well focus her the full extent of her Magic Null on the blonde instead.

"You are concerned for your friend," Iliana spoke softly. "That is understandable. However."

She began to stride forwards. "I am no fool, I have never been the sort to believe in coincidence. You know something. So did Little Miss Superstar, her clamming up only made her look even more guilty. So tell me..."

Her arm shot out, grabbing a hold of Marcus under his chin, her fingers gripping his cheeks in a vice-like grip. Her hands were deceptively firm and a little rough, despite their perfect appearance.

"Why are they here? Is Mr Hunter involved? What do you all [i]want[/i]?!"