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Jason had got up after the judge told him he could get up and ask his questions he walked over to the bench and began to ask.
"Well you said that mattais had torn up the summons right" he asked
"Yes" the officer said
"And thats not against the law it's just a notice that you have to come to court"
"Yes"
"And also you can't get aids from spitting can you" Jason asked
"Well......no"
"..........No further questions" jason said walking back to mattais at their table and sitting down as he glanced to the jurry.
"Court is to recess for one hour"said the judge banging his gabble.
"Alright Mattias we're doing pretty good and after the recess it's you'r turn to be questioned and i'm going to ask first so lets go over the questions and answers.

Felix was recollecting himself. He normally didn't get mad. But it was one of his temper spots.

Still in a serious tone. Felix elaborated the dealer he was talking about. "The dealer is a friend. A good friend. You'll be fine telling him what is what."

Felix mused. Then spoke a little worriedly. "Careful with any communications with you friends. If you know what I mean. Do not tell them about the deal. Not even the most trusted. We still have one thing to do before anything can happen."

Felix looked at Zee's eyes. His eyes flicked a little bit of hatred. "The traitor."

"I am not sure what you know about him/her. But the person is a ghost. And I know it wasn't Smith. He was an affect of it. Not a cause."

Marie spoke up, "We know very little. We can give you some information on it, but nothing official."

Felix nodded. "We are at a stand still till then."

((Sorry, I just can't stand NOT posting. I have to get into the action! LOL.))

It was still raining hard. 'This coat won't last long...' She thought, knowing that the more her clothes got wet, the better chances of anyone seeing her true figure. But she was wearing another thick polo over her shirt and chest wrap (although her chest was pretty flat already), so it didn't worry her much.

Troy walked on faster, away from the ongoing conflict that she was oblivious about, when she heard a yelp a few feet behind her. Troy automatically turned around, only to see a woman on the edge of the street, seemingly in pain. She ran towards her as quick as she can, and offered a hand to the woman.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked in her manly voice once again. She hoped that the woman didn't hear the initial hesitation in her voice as she asked. The cold weather was making it hard for Troy to instantly speak in a masculine voice.

Xaelis was leaning against the door too hard, she could hear familiar voices, yet was confused as to what was happening.
"Felix," xaelis whispered, just then falling to the floor as the door fell open.

"Shit," She whispered, looking back to Sunrielle, noting the all clear, perhaps, too clear. Everyone was already gone.

The woman looked down at her feet, she hoped all was okay as she pulled out her cell phone and thought of something she could text Zee to be sure things would be okay.

Zee. She began her text message in a serious matter, one she'd be sure Zee'd understand.
All well? She asked simply hoping to get the reply she wanted to see.

A bloody rag was stretched over his bare chest, the blotches of crimson becoming darker by the second. Raspy laughter, a perverted exhalation of breath, an anguished sigh, and then a scream, not from nearby, from another room.

Burning, burning, an unbearable burning sensation. Acid, it felt like it was boiling on his inner thigh, sizzling, cooking, even. The smell of fumes, the sound of a knife being unsheathed, the smell of white vinegar. And then a rough hand, a rough familiar hand, forcing coarse grains of salt into his open wounds. Crying, agony, screaming until his throat bled from hoarseness. More laughter, hideous, terrible laughter, and then a rusty knife into his calves…

Randall awoke to a group of vaguely familiar men searching his room, overturning the table and chair, searching under his bed, noisily rummaging through his drawers and closet, and even emptying the contents of his suitcase onto the floor. He was doused with cold sweat, his bed sheets soaked through. He felt dizzy, dehydrated and feverish.

“Mr. Smith, you do know why we’re here?” one of the men asked as he carefully examined the contents of Randall’s wallet.

“I have a vague idea, yes,” Randall said slowly, trying to stave off the urge to vomit.

“Better lay back, buddy,” a concerned and familiar voice said. It was Richard, sitting on a chair at his bedside, his face nearly as pale as Randall’s. He smiled at his longtime CIA friend, the only person present in the room that he was genuinely happy to see.

Randall and Richard had both joined the CIA in the same month and rose through the ranks rather quickly, both now holding the position of Senior Intelligence Officer. They helped each other through many tough situations and a bond of friendship naturally formed between them over time. “Bud, what’s up with you? You look like you’re on your deathbed!”

“Just… just bad dreams, that’s all,” Randall said, trying to evade the question. “Besides, you know me. When things go wrong, they really go wro-“

“You, how could you embarrass us like this?” a gruff voice called from the entranceway. Randall’s heart nearly stopped when the towering, imposing figure of his father entered the room. Tall, muscular and stony faced, the man looked down at his son with an expression of contempt.

“What are you doing here?” Randall asked sharply, propping himself up in order to look his father straight in the eyes.

“You see, Randall, your little stunt with Mao Zintao forced me to personally come here to investigate the matter. Do you know how much chaos our headquarters is in now, trying to cover up for your blunder, erase evidence trails and appease the headline-hungry media?”

“I have an idea, yes,” Randall said sarcastically, holding his forehead as his headache from the previous night returned.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that!” Randall’s father exclaimed as he lunged forward, lifted his son into the air by the neck single-handedly and thrust him violently against the wall. The force of the impact nearly punched a hole through the drywall and sent knives of intense pain through Randall’s skull.

“Sir, that’s completely unnecessary-“

“Silence, Richard! I believe I can decide what’s ‘necessary’ for my own son,” he threatened, tightening his grip around Randall’s neck. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, my boy. Almost more trouble than you’re worth.”

Randall’s vision began to swirl violently as he gasped for air, struggling futilely to pry his father’s fingers off of his throat. “I… can’t… breathe…” he managed to say, his lips beginning to turn a shade of blue.

“You disgust me, boy,” he said, flinging his son from his grip and sending him crashing to the floor with a loud thud. “I’ll give you a chance to make this up, but only one. You’ve heard of the uprising in Portland, haven’t you?”

Randall nodded weakly as he took in sharp and painful breaths in an attempt to get some oxygen back to his brain. “We’ve discovered their headquarters, 109 Motley Drive. Here I have a list and photographs of all participating members,” he said, thrusting a paper into Randall’s visibly shaking hands. “I want you to go there, maybe with a group of 9 or 10 agents, and kill them all. I don’t care how, but just make sure they’re dead. We’ll handle the cover up when it’s over, understand?”

In his weakened state, Randall could only barely comprehend the implications of the mission and nodded in agreement without much thought. “Oh, and if you fail, you know what will happen to your poor mother, right?”

Randall’s fists clenched tightly at the mention of his mother, captured and imprisoned in some cold and lonely place as a form of collateral to suit his father’s needs. He nodded stiffly and looked determinedly at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with the man he hated so much.

“Good, then we have an agreement for now. Men, move out! We’re done here. Richard, keep an eye on him, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Richard said coldly, abhorred at what had just transpired.

As the men left the room, he darted over to Randall’s side, hoisted him back onto the bed and laid him down gently. “Bud, you okay?” Richard asked sympathetically, although he knew more than well that Randall was not “okay” in any sense of the word.

“Oh yeah, just peachy,” Randall said, forcing a sarcastic laugh. After looking down at the paper his father had given him for a few moments, a strange and sudden urge tickled his conscience. He grabbed his cell phone and scrolled down his address book to Williams, Zee. After hesitating for a couple of minutes, he composed a short and simple text message.

“I’m sorry, so very, very sorry.”

After hitting send, he lowered his head and began to sob uncontrollably, so much so that Richard offered his shoulder for him to cry on. “Its okay buddy, things will get better for you, just you wait…”

OOC: Sorry, I just had to post some background for my character. This is still the next day, so you won't be getting the text message yet, Zee...

Zee nodded as Felix said the dealer could be trusted. But next, he brought up the traitor.

" You and I both have no clue who that is. There aren't many people that were..... there, " Zee hesitated a bit, choking a little and fighting the horror and fear that was about to unmask itself on her face. Luckily, practice made perfect and Zee won the battle. She picked up again, " I don't have contact with many of the others. And I refuse to give any names." Her voice was stern and she looked up at Felix.

It still confuses me.... I thought I could trust them.... How stupid. How stupid and naiive, to be able to believe that. In this world, no one can be trusted. Especially now.

Bebeep. Bebeep. Zee's phone vibrated and rang in her pocket, and she picked it up to open it. It displayed a little text icon, and yet if Zee tried to push any buttons, a message came up. 'Not in service area'. Oh, great. Jammers sucked, Zee decided.

Ignoring her phone and thrusting it back into a pocket, she looked back at Felix with a softer tone.
" You're right, I guess we are at a standstill. "

Noticing fo rthe first time that the boy from the alley, the one to who she'd handed her number, sat in the seat behind, craning for information. Zee turned to look the boy in the face, fine, dark eyebrows raising.
" Now, who are you? And what is your purpose here? " Her tone was strictly business and seemingly cold, even though she knew he could be trusted; why else would he have her number right now? But trust meant so little in this day and age, that trust couldn't be trusted.

"Oh dear."

Felix said with a small bit of 'funny' in his voice. He seems he was starting to wander back to his normal self. He couldn't deal with being angry all the time. When he dealt with stress, he tended to do it humorously. It was just his way.

"I thought I asked you to bring people you knew Zee."

Felix knew very well that the man was not apart of the group. But he felt he should be funny about it and pretend he didn't know.

"Hey Bo, what do we normally do with people who listen into things they shouldn't?"

Felix knew Bo would play along. Bocephus looked into the rear view mirror at the kid. Although the mirror would not reflect his full face, Bo was wearing a smile. "Well, we usually shoot them or torture them... either way it's usually a hoot to watch."

"Oh yes, your right."

Felix pulled out his double action .45 revolver and pointed it at the lad. Steve was had his hand to his face, feeling sorry for the kid. Knowing Felix was messing around. Marie simply sighed. The chamber of Felix's rounds had rubber bullets inside. Actually the whole automatic shotguns and all, also had rubber bullets. They were not there to kill anyone, but if things got rowdy they could shoot at them. The thing about rubber bullets is that they still hurt. They still hurt a lot, almost like getting shot for real. Anyone hit would initially think that they were shot.

"That's too bad. I just had this vehicle cleaned for blood." Felix was grinning.

Amaya watched as the cars pulled away, her "hunny" and Zee going with them. She let herself breath a sign of relief before quickly going toward the door. Opening it up, she noticed that Zee's two friends were still there. "Aww hell..." The hacker sighed, rubbing the back of her neck with a hand. "So, I assume you two are alright?" Her voice was as commanding as ever, though she was exhausted and her frame was slick with the rain. Goosebumps trailed all along her arms as if signaling cold, though she did not shiver nor complain. "We either move, or we stay here. I don't like the last option...cops are as thick as flies on a corpse. I'm going to follow you two on this one. I'm too tired to be the leader now." Amaya sighed rubbing her forehead slightly.

Mattox sat back immediately upon being acknowledged, as if to say that he had no interest in the matter at all. "I-I'm Mattox ... Leung," he began nervously. He cleared his throat, "well I-"

Before he could say anything about his 'purpose', Felix spoke up. Mattox shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the mention of torture. He wasn't much of a fan. With the gun pointed at his head, Mattox found it hard to sit still, and with the idea of blood, even his own, fresh in his mind, he paled slightly.

"Yes, well," he cleared his throat, still obviously nervous. Then there was that grin. So misleading. He seemed to be joking -- but then again, Felix did seem to be a little ... off, to say the least.

"Uh," he turned to Zee, trying to ignore the gun. "I was just, um, goin-" Mattox looked back at Felix, "do you have to stick that in my face?" he asked, quite annoyed, but regretted it a tad as he was still a bit intimidated, and slouched back to his seat.

To Jason the hour had flown by and he was now questioning Matthais.
"So what happened when you were pulled over" he asked
"Well he pulled me over and asked me if he could see what was in my bag"
"And what did you say"
I asked him why, and then he got all up in my face and was saying because i said so, and then grabbed the bag"
"Then what did he do"
"He told me to get out of the car and gave me a summons"
"And did you rip it up"
".......Yes"
"Well then what did the officer do"
"He knocked me to the ground and was yelling get on the f-ing ground and his knee was in my back, and then said you are under arrest for drinking and driving and resiting arrest."
"And were you drinking"
"No i was on medication and unless you have a death wish you don't drink while you're taking that, and belive me i don't want to die."
"Then what happened, did you spit"
"Well.....yes i did spit but when he picked me up my face was dirty and i had dirt in my mouth so i spit. I spit to preserve what was left of my dignity, to be able to say you didn't take me down>
"No further questions Jason said heading for his seat. He sat down and looked from the judge to the prosecuter and they shared a long stare.
"The prosecution may ask their questions" the judge said banging her gabble.

A small nod followed by a tug on Sunrielle's arm motioned the group forward.
"I wouldn't stay here if my life depended--," She froze in mid sentence, her mind traveling back to the years of the Old Rebellion when she literally was forced to stay in a place, where her life, indeed, depended on it.

A thin line of indifference fell across her lips, a part of her tried to move onward, though the thoughts consumed her too much.
Her soaked body didn't help, either, from falling out of the door trying to listen to so many conversations.

Xaelis shook her head, reeling herself, finally, back into the new shit-hole of a reality in which she stood in, hazel eyes sheilded by her right hand as she looked to the darkened sky, emotionless.

"Let's go," Her words were mono-toned, half of her was still in the past, still confused, dazed, blinded by darkness in that cold room. Her other half almost the same, frozen by the sodden clothes she wore and sad expression she bore as she tried not to let it bother her that Zee hadn't texted back. The girl was smart enough not to get into such trouble again, Xaelis knew, thought the worry never ceased.

Xaelis led the way, traveling amongst shadows the same way the car left off.

Turning back to Sunrielle, the hacker gave a curt nod. "C'mon. We need to leave the area." Without another thought she turned trotting to catch to Xaelis. The tension in the air seemed thick as the rain, the relentless heaven's tears falling constantly upon the three.

Amaya gripped her pack tightly, hair plastered against her face. It was at this point that she wished her ears were a little shorter as the ran slipped into the small crevices against them. Shaking her head, she rubbed at her ear tips as well as inside the ear holes trying to dig out the water. "Any idea on where we are going?" She asked idly, rubbing her hands against her pants, boots scraping against the gravel as the night rode on.

Matthais was nervous now and Jason could tell and the prosecutor was asking their questions.
"So based on what you have just told us you want us to believe a decorated officer with three years on the force lied about you having an open container of alcohol"
"yes"
"And also that you're spiting was not attempt at murder but a chance to preserve you're dignity"
"Yes"
"Even though" the prosecutor said raising his voice. "The you knew you had HIV which is the deise that cause aids"
"I didn't say it was smart, and I wish I had never done"
"Right no further questions" the prosecutor had finished and was sure that he was a shoe in to win.
"The jury may have 10 minutes to discuss their decision." the judge said shuffling papers

Felix smirked with a chuckle. Seems he knew the lad would say that. "Nope."

Felix let his fall from where he was aiming and lightly smack 'where the sun doesn't shine' on Mattox. After the hit, he pulled the gun away, sheathing it. Felix ignored any initial reaction he got from the boy. His attention was turned to Steve in the seat ahead. He was lightly talking with him. Once they discussed and Steve sighing, a suitcase was handed over.

Felix popped it open, grabbing Zee's laptop. "This was clean right? Nothing built in?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah sir, she uses a headset. Saw it in the room."

"Roger that." Felix said before turning back to Zee, who probably didn't like him touching her laptop. "Excuse me."

He took a device from out of the suitcase. A small box with some switches and settings. Kind of looked like an old hand-held AM radio or some sort of tazer box. It had prongs coming out, but they could be antennas as well. Felix placed the laptop inside the suitcase and clipped it in, still holding the device.

"Don't worry, it is not locked." Felix said while pulling out his cellphone and opening it. The screen went to its blue like light. He held both of them up, showing the two. "You see. I have to take precautions."

He clicked a button on the unknown device and the cellphone flicked a bit before completely going out. Felix smiled. "EMP. Electromagnetic pulse. Kills all electronics in a few yard radius. Well except some, but we have nice shields for them. But your cellphones and any recording device won't have them. Not even really old ones can survive this." Felix waved the box. "All memory wiped. Mo more discussions on the topic we just had. Oh and for good measure." He clicked again.


Steve spoke up. "Sir... you don't have to click it again. It sends like 100 pulses out."

Felix shrugged. "Ah, here is your stop."

Felix took out the laptop again and placed the EMP device inside. He threw his cellphone out the door, it was useless now. The laptop was in a protective case, so it was fine. All other electronics would be fried.

The car stopped in front of the residence where Zee lived. "I trust you can get home without being kidnapped. And..." Felix looked at Mattox. "Would you like to be dropped off here as well?"

Xaelis shook her head, "I'm not sure where we can go," the woman's strawberry-brown hair now scrunched and half curled due to the rain.

She thought of her job for a moment and how she lied of being sick, if she kept up this being in the rain, she probably really would be sick.

"Do you have any ideas?" She asked the two others.
"We could go back to my place if anything, my car is still parked by Zee's by the White House," Shock lit her face when she thought of this.
Anywhere they went, she'd have to get her car quickly. If ever someone is in one place for a second too long, she was sure someone or some people would go to check it out. Damn the government now-days.

Mattox flinched as he saw the gun lower from his head, extremely worried at what Felix was going to do. Lucky for Mattox, there was no shot fired, but for a short moment he felt as if his life was passing before his eyes -- or rather any life that he could create in the future. Although the gun was not shot, Mattox was still hit in the 'love below', and regardless of the force, it still hurt quite a bit.

He had jumped back slighty in his seat, to no avail. Mattox screwed up his face for a moment before he regathered himself and sat back up, listening to the conversation about EMPs and other things that Mattox could barely understand, until the vehicle stopped, apparently in front of the White House, for Zee.

When given the chance to get out of the vehicle, away from Felix, Mattox seized it and stumbled out quickly with a simple, hastened "yes" to his question. Aside from being apart from that particular individual, Mattox also figured that taking a walk would be a good thing for him before he got back to the hospital (he was probably in some deep trouble). If he thought the hospital was boring before, after this 'adventure' he figured it would seem like staring at a grey stone wall ... that often bleeds.

Mattox waited for Zee. He wasn't too sure what to say to her, if anything, but he thought it rude to just walk away without another word. Perhaps she had something to say? She seemed to know a lot about the new Rebellion, or at least more than he did. But he doubted that out by the White House was a safe place to say anything about the particular topic. Either way, he'd make sure to call her later.

Nearly 30 minutes had passed since his despicable father had left his hotel room, but Randall was still a mess of confused emotions. Richard had left him as well, but only after Randall became increasingly insistent that he return to work before anything else could go wrong. While pulling himself out of bed, he noticed a small white card sitting on the table next to the fruit basket. “What’s this?” he said, picking it up to examine it.

Cary Smith
Senior Vice President, Central Intelligence Agency

“Bah,” Randall scoffed, not bothering to read the rest of the contact information on the card before ripping it up and depositing it in the trash can. “Like I’d ever contact you if I needed anything.”

He shuffled his way over to the bathroom and doused his face and head with cold water from the shower, shocking his senses and forcing the slightly drowsy, slightly nauseous feeling out of him. “Okay, gotta pull yourself together, Randy,” he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. “Gotta get back to work.”

After returning to the bedroom, he sat down at the table and took a closer look at the list of individuals that were to be dealt with while drying his hair with a towel. “Hm, all part of the same family, huh? Computer, can you get me any information on this Robertson family?”

At the sound if his voice, the briefcase-computer hummed to life and responded immediately. “Right away, sir. They are attempting to contact some new Rebellion members and provide them with a temporary hideout at the address you were given. They are only lightly armed.”

Randall grunted derisively when he heard the last statement. He didn’t like picking off targets that had only ineffective means of defending themselves, but he never really had a choice in the matter. “Alright, computer. Get me Patricia, please.”

In a few moments, a stern woman’s voice sounded, “Good morning, Mr. Smith. How are you feeling? Mr. Ellis tells me that you’re unwell.”

“Ah, Richard’s exaggerating. I’m fine. Regarding this mission from Cary, could you provide me with a squad of sharpshooters? I’ll be there to provide the distraction and ground support, but I think a bloody raid might be a little difficult to pull off in the middle of suburbia.”

“Exactly what I was thinking, Mr. Smith. They’ll be available on communicator channel 712 whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, boss. I’ll get my flight to Maine shortly.” Click.

“Computer.”

“Yes, Mr. Smith?”

“Get me some information on those kids we saw last night – the funny looking, long-eared, purple-skinned one,” Randall said thoughtfully, clearly remembering her strange features, “and the other one, the male. You don’t have to give it to me right now. Generate it in Word format so I can take a look at it later.”

“Right away, sir.”

“I might have to pay them a ‘friendly’ visit, later…”

Zee stayed silent as Felix played with the clueless boy. It was disgusting. Here he was afraid about getting shot, when the gun is full of rubber bullets. Well, that hadn't been apparent at first, but still.

She resisted the urge to hiss as Felix manhandled her baby, her precious laptop that had evrything she had ever needed built in. Poof, all gone. This time, Zee did hiss, low and under her breath as a murderous expression crossed ehr face. Suddenly remembering, Zee whipped out her cellphone-- which was wiped, too.

" Damnit, Felix, I had messages on that thing, " Zee sighed, waving the blank phone quickly in front of his face. She rolled her eyes.

"Ah, here is your stop." Felix said, and Zee sighed with relief. Finally, away from the paranoid Government cronie! She chose to ignore his next comments, and the only reason she was not budting out the door was because Mattox was hogging the door. After he left, though, Zee hopped out without a parting glance to Flix. Who would want to give a parting glance to Felix?

She hopped out after Mattox, then threw a pleasant glance his way.

" Lunch? " Zee asked, smiling as cheerfully as possible. She could tell that the guy didn't want to go back to work, and neither did she.

Mattox wasn't expecting an offer of lunch, especially such a cheerful offer, and it seemed to be to be quite a bit past the lunch hour. But at least that meant there wouldn't be many people anywhere that they went because they'd actually be at work -- or home. What time was it? How long had he been gone?

I really should be getting back, he thought miserably.

Against his better judgement though, of course, he said, "sure," and reached into his pockets for his wallet. He sighed, "I don't have my wallet with me. We'll have to ... go to the hospital and get it. I guess." Mattox really hoped that he wouldn't get caught by his 'mentor', who'd have him scrub in to some type of surgery with a lot of blood.

Mattox began walking down Pennsylvania Avenue towards 1st Street to make his way back to the lovely, dull-coloured hospital.

" Hey, no problem. We're not going to a restaraunt. " Zee stayed put as Mattox headed away, gesturing impatiently to get back here. No, a restaraunt was too public for what she wanted to speak to him about. Zee had a very different place in mind.

A thousand questions buzzed trough her head, shuffling themselves around in hopes that a different order would make them all make sense. Although Felix was playing the part of the compassionate commander who wanted the best for his troops, Zee had seen too much in her short years to believe him just yet.

Who was Mattox, and what did he want with the Rebellion? For that was the only logical explanation. Why was Felix helping her? They were natural enemies. And the hacker.... could she truly be a help to them, or was she a spy or something? Why was this all happening right now? What happened to Xealis and Sunrielle? And, most importantly, Why the hell was life so damned complicated? The question she asked every day.

Zee sighed, and looked around for an electronics store. Felix had damned killed her phone, now she needed a new one. Finding the store, she gave a wait-for-me gesture to Mattox and stepped inside.

Zee grabbed another model of her old phone and brought it to the check-out counter, to a gum-chewing cashier with a bored look on her face. She put down her old phone next to it.

" Hey, I need to buy this thing, and get the other one's info transferred onto it. "
The girl shrugged, and rang up the phone, so Zee shoved a credit card her way. The cashier went into the back room.

A few minutes later, she came out and handed Zee the new phone. She nodded her thanks, and then stepped back out of the store, checking her texts, which had been re-sent, thank God.

From: Xealis
Message:
Zee. All well?

That was just like Xealis, worrying her head off. To placate her, Zee texted back.

To: Xealis
Message:
Yup, fine. Goin 2 Nannas. See u there.

Zee was a bit more fond of text talk than Xealis.
Nanna-- Mrs. Bradley was her real name-- was a kind old lady, with greying hair and a homey air about her. And her cooking was freaking awesome. The other nice thing about "Nanna" was that her house was out of the way and debugged. Not only that, but she herself was all for the Rebellion, despite it's danger and the fact that she couldn't physically participate.
Nanna had been like a mother to Zee- well, grandmother-- because Zee's own mother had dissapeared when she was four. Her father didn't have time to cope with a needy four-year-old, and old, lonesome, childless Mrs. Bradley-- Nanna, as she was affectionately referred to by everyone-- had been happy to help out. Nanna's house was a fequent HQ for Rebellion meetings.
(( OOC: All you Rebellion peoples who are having a hard time meeting up, go to Nanna's. ))

What was this? Another message?

From: Randall
Message:
I'm sorry, so very, very sorry.

For what? Well, whatever it was, it didn't matter to Zee. As far as she was concerned, Randall didn't exist.... anymore. She debated briefly whether to satisfy him with a reply, then decided what she would send would sting worse than not getting a reply at all.

To: Randall
Message:
A little late for that.

Zee sent it with a malicious finality. Then she waited outside the electronics store for Mattox.