[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/4392028874553511a4b35313e7bb1813/tumblr_mez1s5irMs1rcj004o1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]A detective as well? Tuesday frowned slightly, dimly recognizing Gregory. Of course, she couldn't place him. She might have seen him on the news, or he could have been arresting someone in her building. Cops tended to look the same to her after a while, more of a uniform than an actual person. Tuesday grimaced a bit at Ronnie, her eyes flashing wide to signal her agreement. This was [i]exactly[/i] the kind of situation that she tried to avoid. Ever since she started smuggling, the police possessed an additional threat. It wasn't just usage charges they could come up with now--it was a whole new ball park. She leaned up against the wall, trying to think of some sort of reason to leave the scene, until she spotted the door to Cecily's room. 

[color=ff6600]"Your roommate home, sis?"[/color] Tuesday asked, figuring that there would be a fire escape or something she could climb out of. Marc may know she was in Justice, but it would only take a phone call or two, as well as some promises to a kingpin, for her to vanish and resurface in some other cesspool. Or at least, she hoped that was all it would take. Walking over to the door to Cecily's room nonchalantly, Tuesday pushed it open, peering inside. 

[color=ff6600]"It's a fucking nerd paradise,"[/color] Tuesday murmured, before glancing back at the others. She wouldn't be too surprised if Marc accused her of breaking and entering, just for opening a door in Riley's apartment. But to be truthful, at this point, she was expecting him to press some sort of charges against her in general. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/de8d5a806b83cd05676c2159a4ab8de2/tumblr_inline_nvc0v06FZs1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded a bit, agreeing that it would have been best for Dr. Brinne to remain in India. However, she didn't want to scare the woman too much--just make her aware of the situation as it was. [color=00ccff]"Just leave town as soon as you can. And if you already signed a contract, let me know. My parents are lawyers,"[/color] Cecily advised, a slight bitter taste in her mouth at the thought of her parents. 

On paper, they were only slightly questionable in their ethics. They were the types who would defend OJ Simpson, who profited off of weakness and gave no signs of remorse. They forgot the human element of their cases, instead only focusing on the pay off. And they were well paid for it--it was how they put Cecily through university, the reason they moved so frequently, hardly staying in a city for more than a year, and how they afforded to send her brother to a boarding school specializing in performing arts. 

Seeing the text come in from Roy, Cecily wasn't certain whether or not she was supposed to laugh. She could hardly think of why Riley would have all of those people over but...It wasn't really her business what Riley decided to do, especially given her accident. Tapping out a quick reply, Cecily tucked her phone away into her pocket. 

[center][color=00ccff][i]Tinder? Isn't that a sex app? -C.A.[/i][/color][/center]
She couldn't help but feel slightly conflicted. Roy had given her strict instructions to trust no one, and while Caesar had been cleared, no one else had. There was no logical reason for her to delay heading down to the airfield, but the prospect of going without Roy made her uneasy. The pessimist in her said to play dumb, to wait for Roy, and make every cautious move that she could. 

But as her eyes saw the broken man in front of her, as well as the bodies set on the table, she knew that she couldn't give into her fear. [color=00ccff]"Queensguard's Private Air Strip. We'll want to move before they realize what we're up to, otherwise, they'll make sure to give the place a deep cleaning before we can even get through the gates."[/color]