[h3]Whisper Bea[/h3]

Whisper was quiet for a moment as she glared at Zi. But eventually, she spoke. When she did, her voice was quiet and for a fleeting moment there was a hint of fear. 

"[color=f6989d][i]That[/i] was Jaden Cassia. He's a shapeshifter and vampire hybrid who, a given, is after the key. He has spies everywhere. When he was alive[/color] [her tone said she'd clearly accepted they were on their second life][color=f6989d], he was a well-known criminal across the globe. I was close, and no, not in kahoots, with him while undercover. That relationship with him was...[/color]" She paused, her fingers tracing the design of her dagger's sheath, "[color=f6989d][i]complicated[/i][/color] [there was something underlying in her tone that wasn't just about the undercover assignment, but about something personal][color=f6989d]. Knowing him, he'll try to get the key each time Bee does a show. I have reason to believe he was behind tonight's shooting, but he may not be. There's no reason to worry though,[/color]" She paused before smiling with confidence the rest of her face didn't reflect, "[color=f6989d]He's never fought me before. As for the name he called me,[/color]" She again paused, quieting for a moment before shrugging, "[color=f6989d]I may as well tell you this,[/color]" She muttered before continuing, "[color=f6989d]Basalisk Russ was the name I used while undercover for the CIA and is the name I'd prefer to continue using now.[/color]"

Her words had taken all of around two and a half minutes, and she had paced the entire time, her fingers playing at her weapons that she normally wouldn't have revealed but knew the other two were already aware of(daggers at her hips, pistol beside one of the daggers). Once she fell silent, she sighed. The scar she bore was from the same criminal she was facing again. Both of them would be more prepared for the meeting, Whisper perhaps even having the advantage since she would have an acid mage and a Bee on her side. There was a knock at the door that led backstage and she whipped around to face it.

"[color=f6989d]Who is it?[/color]"

"[color=92278f]I suggest that if you want to keep your show-girl safe, use the back door. It's gone to hell out there.[/color]