Ashley has the map of the Cabal facility and she's texted the usual suspects to meet her in the main lab. She's put the map up on the monitors and is marking it up with her own annotations, plotting different ways they could go in and get their people out.

(ooc: continued from here)

She woke slowly to the strange sensation of a warmth at her back; one that draped over her waist and banded around her chest. Not feeling any inclination to move, her sleep-fuzzed brain tried to figure out what the warmth was - which it did, once the scent hit her. A smile spread on her face as she relaxed back against Will, extremely pleased with ( Read more... )

Nigel was wandering the halls again. He didn't know what time it was other than very late or very early. He had given up on sleep, the nightmares coming too vividly and frequently now for him to find any refuge there. He had taken a handful of his caramels Devon had gotten him and went to the roof for a while to sit and think. He had sat in the ( Read more... )

The past few weeks had been hectic. It seemed business as usual at the Sanctuary had gotten even busier, but finally, things seemed to be settling down, leaning more in their favor. She felt she could finally relax.

And she was now free to fully enjoy the changes in her relationship with Nikola.That thought made her smile as she studied her hand ( Read more... )

Henry's call had surprised her; she hadn't anticipated a great deal of trouble, certainly not that Ashley and John couldn't have handled, when she asked them to look into the tip they'd gotten about the missing shipment of blood. She had known the two agents would not be easily deterred, but she was beginning to lose her patience with their ( Read more... )

Nigel shifted restlessly around his room. Dr. Zimmerman had made an appointment, like he really needed to make an appointment, it wasn't as if Nigel had anything else to do. Well, he had made an appointment with Nigel to talk to him. Why did he want to talk to him? He wondered if it had to with that theory James had told him about all those years ( Read more... )

Nigel stared up at the entrance of the Sanctuary. It was imposing to say the least. He shifted nervously in the stiff, new clothes Will had bought for him. He felt out of time and place where he stood right now. What do you say to someone who thought you dead for nearly a hundred years ( Read more... )