Katara~

I'm a little rusty. Well, quite a bit rusty actually. I am still very flexible and have retained my upper arm strength, but my legs are having trouble pushing me while i reach oddly helpful positions. I managed to get my foot on a foothold right next to my hip, but couldn't manage to push myself up like I'd used to.

Marcia and I sit on the top of the wall, the other's' voices rising up to us, as if for our ears only. She was obviously a bit rusty too. I almost fall backward when she speaks, startled. "I dont ha- Woah! Careful!!"

"What?" I ask, staring into her eyes.

"Y- Oh.. Never mind...." she sighs, swiveling her gaze away from mine.

"No...what were you saying?"

"Oh...uh..." She meets my gaze again and we sit there in awkward silence until she coughs. "I don't hate you..."

I look away, racking my mind for anything worth saying to this noble girl. "You don't." I ask it in more of a statement way, not referring to it as a question, though it still is to me.

"I don't," she confirms.

We sit in silence, staring down at the seemingly abandoned training grounds, save a few puny figures, when Marcia speaks again. "It's odd that these walls are so tall. What if we fell?"

I nod and quietly say, "So we don't have the sudden urge to fall."

Marcia laughed, but I didn't think it was funny. I was being serious. And I had the sudden urge to push her because I was mad. So to stop myself I turned and started climbing down the wall, a hoard of questions following me as Marcia sat, confused. Talking, of course.

I guess I really am EVIL. Evil...I'll be nothing else. They think I can change but maybe I can't. I'm too far beyond repair. 

Roselyn~

My eyes snap open suddenly, and a blurry world takes shape into a hospital room. Something woke me, and I shiver as cold air flies through an open window. That's funny. I don't think it should be open. Suddenly, a form flies through the window gracefully, alighting on the floor. Her brown eyes give me a warning look; "One scream and you'll never speak again." She stares at me menacingly for a second then she begins to speak. Calmly, coldly, she introduces herself. 

"I'm Elisha Typhoon, and I believe you are Roselyn Tryston, sister of Carrie Tryston, one of my dearest friends." Elisha says this slowly, torturingly, and it takes me a minute to process-and react.

"A true AYA agent would never hang out with the likes of you," I try to sound strong; unafraid, but inwardly, I am numbly terrified. 

"Ah, but was she a true AYA agent? Roselyn, do you know how your sister died?"

"She died because a traitor agent named Miyuki killed her!" I exclaim, hoping that a doctor will hear and come to my rescue. Elisha casually taps several weapon pouches secreted in her belt with her long fingers. 

"Carrie died because she was poisoned by an AYA agent defending herself."

"Lier," I murmer weakly, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Yes, I am a lier, but you know this to be true. Carrie was an undercover EVIL agent, and my best friend." The words "best friend" seem foriegn to Elisha's mouth, and she hesitates before saying them.

"No. She loved me."

"She loved you? Her weak, crybaby sister?" Elisha taunts. I frantically pull my cell phone from my pocket, my fingers slipping, struggling to swipe past all the photos I had taken over the past years. Finally, I clicked the one I wanted. It was a selfie Carrie had taken of the two of us on my first mission. We were to search for information at an old EVIL base, and destroy it. The picture was bad quality, and you could only see Carrie's face, and half of mine, with burning wreckage exploding behind us. Carrie's smile was open to a laugh, and all the timidness of my features had dissapeared, and a wild look was in my eyes. At the botom of the picuture, you could see the tops of our hands; tightly pressed together.

"She loved me," I repeated, showing Elisha the picture.

I was thinking that maybe Elisha really does feel a little teensy something for Carrie, and she is coming to recruit Roselyn.  

Its fiiinnneee! I'm glad you're back! Don't push yourself into postion though!!

Elisha~

I grin at Roselyn and lean down to whisper in her ear. "Say anything and you all die." She glares at me, questioningly. "Because, you didn't notice the lovely exsplosive planted under your bed, Dearie."

She hisses as I hold up a romote, then jump out the window, landing softly on the ledge and sliding away. I would be close, but out of sight for the time being. I turn on my earpeice and listen to Roselyns heavy breathing as she no doubtedly debates blowing up.

Katara~

I glare at the phone that Mason gave me confused. It is much different then the phones from three years ago. Finally I figure out how to make it to Mason's text, and immediatly sit up in the van. What?

It's all your fault.

I grimace as Marcia jumps in the car. "Lets go."

"It's early though?"

"Knowing Mason he'll be early anyways. Besides, he said to meet him. That means we meet him."

"Okay..."