It's late. Like.. LATE, late. Before Amber even arrives back to her apartment, she can feel that Xen is inside, and not down in his own apartment of 106. When she opens the door to her apartment, she...pushes off the balcony railing. He gives her a slight smile, taking one of her hands in his, and guides her through the softly glowing yellow and blue light that permeates the apartment. If only.

Illyana is much calmer, with a plan in mind, though she occasionally still rattles her handcuffs against the counter just to keep the guards from getting bored. She waits for the signal, then squirms... there -- she accounts for teammates one by one (and one and one and one and one) -- save one. "Where's Irony," snaps out sharper, /sharper/, all of that relief gone. He's over there. ------>

When Bianca awakes, it's a distinctly groggy sort of awakening. And it is accompanied by a just as distinct numbness throughout most of her body. She's seated at a table, arms and legs restrained with..."A woman of your looks certainly needs her beauty rest," Silvio replies, lightly chiding, mere moments before she's gone. The next time she wakes up...well. She'll just have to see. Not a lot, really.

We sent you a crapload of CCTV footage to go through for sign of Carmen or cars / trucks / vans that make a lot of return visits to the warehouse. Go through it pls. What stuff would we be finding to report back to the team?

Getting my short story, THE LION'S DEN, all in order to be submitted to a few markets. I'm going to keep many appendages crossed. What else am I doing right now? Studying, studying, and...more studying...about rewriting it in first-person and seeing if I can write it better. I do enjoy first a lot more, but third is also fun, in it's own way :D. So, with that, I give you a link . ;) - J. A. Mora