Olivia left Rio in the office, with the clear instruction to stay where she was, not that she could get very far, anyway, since all the doors leading from the third floor were locked unless there was an emergency. She made her way down to the recreation room, where she hoped Vega would be.
"Knowing my luck, he'll still be out on patrol, and I'll have to deal with the guy who never talks," she murmured, rounding the last corner. But, to her relief, the silent guy was nowhere in sight. She marched straight up to Vega, pulling the notepad from her pocket. "This is the kind of training you guys are into these days?" she teased, glancing at the video game on the screen. Then she tore out the important page of the notebook and pushed it into Vega's free hand. "You should probably check up on these individuals. At least two of them have powers, but I suspect they all do, and these two." She pointed at the descriptions of Kit and Jackal. "Arrived at a bus stop about half a mile from the location of a reported arson, smelling of smoke. I would have got the information here sooner, but unfortunately I was a little careless...They might be on guard."
She gave an apologetic smile and slumped into one of the many soft chairs in the room. "As for finding out the location of their base, I have nothing."
As Harlot approached the college, a clipboard in her hands, and a pair of stern looking glasses perched on her nose, she scowled back in the direction of the base. Castiel just loved humiliating her because he knew she would like nothing more than to kill him, but she was unable to.
"I'll get him someone with the ability to mute everything he says," she hissed, rubbing her cheek, which still stung from the slap, despite the fact that it had occurred over an hour before.
Right now it was lunch time, and Harlot marched into the cafeteria, blending in seamlessly. For the past couple of weeks, she had been disguising herself as a reporter doing an article on the college, and its students. No one seemed to notice that the students she interviewed almost never returned. Most of them were dead now, she guessed, as Castiel had put them to work straight away, once she had them under her powers, or they joined voluntarily, unaware of what was in store for them.
This time, as her eyes scanned the large room, she noticed a girl sitting by herself, looking less than happy. The sign of one with conflicting feelings, and, hopefully, an indicator that this one had powers.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked politely, smiling down at Ashley with a sickly sweet look in her eyes.
Jackal had left the apartment the instant he could, without Kit suspecting he was up to something. He teleported first to the rooftop they had observed the old man's arrest from, and wasn't surprised to find that the ICC agents, along with the shopkeeper, had gone. But it couldn't have been long since they had left.
To his relief, however, one unmarked car, besides the fire engines remained, and a person wearing a similar uniform to the agents he had seen earlier, was climbing into it, making an unknown gesture with their left hand. Hopefully this was it.
As the car began to move, Jackal teleported from street to street, keeping to the rooftops, and not letting the car out of sight. Finally, the car entered the gates of a large, secure building. But that security couldn't keep him out. He just hoped, as he made one, final teleport, that the security wouldn't keep him in, by nullifying his power.