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"The truth hurts, a lie's worse."
-James Morrison
Selina raised an eyebrow. "Locate them?" She repeated. "What, you want to locate two possible vigilantes? Are you even thinking, Blake?"
John sighed. "I am thinking. Believe me, I am."
"Then why are you going after these two?" Selina shook her head. "You're acting stupid, Blake." Her voice dropped to nothing more than a breath. "And you know it."
"Maybe I do," John replied. Selina unconsciously raised a hand, and he caught it. "Will you help me?" He asked, his voice quiet.
Selina hesitated, meeting his strong gaze with her own cold one. "Fine," She hissed, ripping her hand away from his. "What do you know?"
John dropped his hand, obviously relieved. "Come over to my place tomorrow at noon, and I'll show you."
"Then I'll see you then," Selina said.
"Good night," John murmured before melting into the shadows. He returned to the Cave. He stripped his costume off, leaving it in there before changing back into his normal clothes and heading back to his home. The couch looked inviting, as a place to just crash… but he decided against it.
Instead, John turned off the lights, and climbed into bed. The only sounds of the house was the hum of the refrigerator and the sounds of the city outside.
Selina left as well. She had another meeting to get to.
"So you did come," The quiet voice said.
"What, you think I had a choice?" Selina asked. "I prefer to keep my life."
"I would have thought that your loyalty to your little friend… Blake, wasn't it? Was true," The voice mused.
"You thought wrong," Selina said in a smooth voice. She was lying, of course… but who could tell?
"Do you have it?" The voice asked.
"I do," Selina withdrew a jump drive from a pocket, and handed it to him.
"Thank you," The voice said. "You'll be paid well for your work."
"I'll be waiting for it," Selina replied. Then, she disappeared into the shadows.
Lara had returned to her home, and was currently lying on her bed, sprawled out on the sheets. She couldn't fall asleep… again.
Lara… Firefly. You don't even know who you are.
Lara pulled a pillow over her head, closing her eyes. Trying to shut out the memories.
Are you Lara Warren? Are you the scientist, the normal woman everyone believes you are?
Lara's nails dug into her palms as she curled in on herself.
Or are you the Firefly? The former killer, the converted assassin?
"Go away," Lara whispered.
You are nothing, Firefly. Your light will be and has been extinguished, just as easily as crushing your namesake.
Lara's head was starting to hurt. She rose from her bed, her pajamas silky against her skin. She walked to the window, and sat down on the window seat. Lara leaned her head against the cool glass, pulling a knee to her chest. Then, she closed her eyes.
Sleep took her quickly.
What she didn't see was the pair of eyes that were watching her…
In the morning, the newspapers had new headlines.
"Three New Dead! Who Could It Be?"