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The Estate feels the safest but perhaps it’s the grandest target for the Initiative. Still, Charlie finds herself spending more time at the Selvaggio home than her own, terrified she’ll return to find an agent waiting for her, like a monster under her bed. It could merely be the idea of safety in numbers, that so many of her own rush in and out of the building like it’s equipped with a revolving door and there’s something comforting in that, something normal. Something like family. And that’s what she has to fight for now. That’s the reason she sits outside at the patio table alone, unloading and reloading the handgun until it starts to feel like second nature, like the weapon is a part of her toxic skin, which still feels cold even in the California heat.

It seemed like they were all locked in some kind of stasis and Devon had no idea when that would end. The attack hadn't left her going about life any differently really, with the exception of more time being spent at the Estate than ever. There was a stubborn refusal in her to just sit and wait, she couldn't stand to be feeling like she was doing nothing. So, she'd taken to spending hours in the gym there, working out with much more ferocity and determination than ever. When the time came for them to make their move she'd be read and this time she'd make herself too good to not be included. Her fists had been laying into the punch bag, along with her feet sporadically, when she heard someone behind her. Turning slightly, Devon gave them an offer, hoping to have someone share in her training. “You want to go a round?”

Lia wasn’t exactly sure what she should be doing. Waiting like everyone else, she supposed, but it just didn’t feel like enough for her. There had been too much time pass for her liking, and still no word on the people they’d lost. She wasn’t about to act like everything was fine and normal but the quietness in the Estate was grating on her, having to tiptoe around in her own home. So when she’d gone to make breakfast for herself, she’d purposely made too much and loaded all up onto a tray and headed to the first room she found had someone in it. Walking in with being invited, Lia made her presence known. “You’re in luck - I made enough for two.”

“Okay, just as a warning, I’m wearin’ boxers,” Nick swears as he shuffles out the door, filthy denim jeans around his ankles but none of them had left the Estate yet to return to the places they’ve been calling home. Especially Eva and himself, who still are living out of suitcases in a motel room that smells the way he imagines an old person’s home might. Mothballs, or something. There’s a bandage around his bare torso that he can only assume that woman he dragged to LA had wrapped there and she’ll yell at him in this state. But he woke up with a need to urinate and if he easily found the bathroom, even if the journey there had been an extremely painful one, he couldn’t easily retrieve his jeans when they fell from his grasp. “But could you pull my pants up?”

Naomi’s outside on the steps over looking the Estate’s backyard and gardens. In light of everything that has happen in the last few months it the farthest she’ll let herself wander now for the time being. The last time she stepped outside the Estate’s gates she barely managed to escape and get back alive and the second time she went out the raid had happened. And both times that damn Corinthian was there. It’s that reminder that has Naomi staring down at her phone, glaring at the photo she took from Friday’s.  “I’m going to fucking kill him...” she growls under her breath as her grip tightens on her old phone and glares down at the Corinthian’s portraiture. 

Missing Person.

Regrouping.

The sun. That was what she’d decided that she loved most about Los Angeles. The buildings might not have been as beautiful or anything close to what she was used to in New Orleans but the sun’s rays seemed to bathe everything in a warm glow and that in itself was enough to make her smile without even taking the beaches or beautiful views into account. There’s a tug on the lead she was holding that brings her out of her gazing and focused her attention one the two very expectant pairs of brown eyes looking at her. “Ok boys, we’ll head home.” There’s an indulgent smile for her dogs before Gaia realises that she can’t remember exactly how to get back to Nyx’s but she can remember a place near enough to it that she’d be able to get her bearings. Without hesitating she steps in front of a passerby. “Hi,” There’s no pause before the girl powers on, smile firmly in place in an attempt to charm them into giving help. “Could you tell me how to get to Left Blank Tavern? I know it’s not really where anyone should be going right now but don’t worry, I just need to be somewhere close to it.”