She was still ignoring them. It was evident in the way that she avoided their attempts at conversation during strategy sessions, or even walking the other direction in the hallways of the DIA HQ. That look of disappointment on Lexa's face and the heartbreak shining in Clarke's eyes was enough to make Costia want to give in. She wanted so desperately to allow herself the leisure of the warm embrace of her parents. She wanted Clarke to hug her until she felt like her ribs would crack. She wanted that look of pride in Lexa's eyes and that smile that only ever shined for their family. Costia felt like a rebellious child desperate to prove herself yet at the same time wished to crawl into her mothers' arms and hide from the world.
But she could not. Despite that side of her that was starting to understand – marginally – why her parents had been so against her career choice, she also could not forgive their inability to empathize with her own needs. That, and the fact that they had kept their past lives a secret from her. Would it have changed her decision to join the agency? Maybe. But deep down she knew that she had yearned for this life. It was painful at times, and she had lost just as many friends as she had made them, but was it worth it? Costia honestly could not answer that question. But she knew that she would not have been happy as a winemaker, living a sheltered life in a world of paradise. She wanted to see the world, wanted to experience all that there was.
Yet, after six years of seeing all the horrors and evil that people had and could commit, she did not feel the need to shy away. She only felt that gut feeling in her stomach to stop them. Costia felt the wind her hair and the breeze on her face and the desperation to do more. And every mission she did fed that need like wood to a fire. Sure, the politics of the FBI sometimes interfered with what she did in the field, but at the end of the day, she was proud of her accomplishments. But most of all, she was proud of what she had become, of who she had become. For six years, she was more than just Clarke and Lexa's daughter. She was Costia Woods-Griffin, the agent who had been top of her class at the Farm. Track and field star, and Krav Maga extraordinaire. And for six years, it was not her parents' achievements that had defined her.
The fact that her parents were secretly former operatives, the greatest agents in the world, challenged that self-realization. The world that she had crafted for herself was not actually hers alone; but for the intervention of her parents, and the even larger shadow of their legacy, she would have had the opportunity to carve out her own path. Now, as she sat on the abandoned balcony of the FBI building in Manhattan - the building itself empty on a late night- she attempted to come to terms with this new world order.
She heard footsteps behind her, and she knew by the click in their gait that it was Lorin. "Come to babysit me?" She asked bitterly. Lorin did not indulge her by answering, instead coming to stand by her, leaning her forearms on the railing.
"No." Lorin murmured softly. "I've only come to check on you, as a concerned Director to an agent." Lorin said softly as she used one hand to brush the flyaway strands of black hair away from her own face. Her blue eyes were filled with genuine care and something more when they met Costia's gaze.
She swiped her tongue over her chapped lips, noticing the way Lorin's eyes flickered down to her lips at the action. "Just that?" Costia asked, twisting to face the other woman. "Just as a Director to an agent?" She repeated, and Lorin's eyes softened.
"Do you even have to ask?" The other woman's tone was gentle, and Costia met her halfway when she pressed her lips against the Director's. The kiss was warm and tender. But it was something they had not allowed themselves for many months, and so it quickly became heated, Lorin taking Costia into her arms, enveloping her against her body. Displays of affection were dangerous, especially in their positions. But now, in the darkness of the balcony with only the lights of the New York City skyline to keep them company, Costia felt like she was in her own little bubble. Just her and the woman she loved. Lorin pulled away first, and her hand went up to cup her cheek as she breathed heavily from the heat of the moment.
"Stay with me tonight." Lorin implored her, and Costia gave her a feather-light laugh.
"Isn't that dangerous?" She played with the loose hair at the back of Lorin's ponytail, twirling it in her fingers as she felt the muscle of her strong, slender neck.
"It's only dangerous if you want it to be." Lorin countered, and Costia leaned up on her tip toes to give her another, chaste kiss. "I don't know." She finally said, and Lorin furrowed her brow.
"Are you still upset about what happened at the meeting?" She rasped, and Costia shook her head, her fingers pressing down lightly on Lorin's collarbone as she allowed herself to explore the length of her lover's muscular body. She whispered a gentle "No" against Lorin's cheek as she kissed her there. "I'm still figuring out how I feel about my parents." She admitted, and Lorin hummed with understanding. Very cautiously, Lorin squeezed Costia's waist comfortingly. "I couldn't begin to explain what they were thinking." Lorin said quietly. "But I do know that they love you."
Costia's breath was a breeze blowing by Lorin's ear as she rested her chin on her shoulder. "I know." She said. "I just feel like this life that I built for myself has been changed in a way that can never go back to how it was before." Costia confessed, mouth quirked with confusion and distress.
"And you don't like change." Lorin finished for her, and Costia bit Lorin's neck lightly in retaliation. Thankfully, Lorin did not push the subject, and she was content to let Costia's lips find hers again in the dark. "Take me home." Costia requested, and Lorin easily complied.
Costia drove into work alone the next morning, striding confidently out of the elevator to the boardroom for another meeting. She felt more comfortable and back to normal today. Better than the last few days since her mothers' surprise. Part of her re-established equilibrium, Costia had to admit, was due to last night's activities with Lorin, and her legs ached for the right reasons as she pushed the glass door and sidled into the meeting room to quickly claim a seat.
The other agents had already gathered, all except for Lorin. But that was not necessarily a surprise to Costia. She had marked her neck last night in the heat of passion, and Lorin had babbled on about having to go home to retrieve a change of clothes and some concealer.
Clarke, she noted, was in deep conversation with Raven and Octavia, while Roan and Luna were chatting casually with Lexa and Lincoln. Intimidated by the obvious familiarity among the senior agents, Costia quickly moved to sit by Avery. "Hey." The agent chirped happily when Costia materialized at her side. The woman had been released from the hospital this morning after the doctor had evaluated the bullet wound as a through-and-through, and so she sat, happy as a clam, in the boardroom. Even injured, Avery looked as chipper as ever, her left arm in a sling and her wrist still decorated with the blue hospital band. "You left this on, numbskull." Costia gave the blue band a tug with her index finger, and Avery swatted her hand away.
"Whatever," She retorted congenially. "I was in a hurry to get out of there." Avery said, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial note. "It smelled like death in there." Before Costia could even ingratiate her friend with a laugh, a rolled-up file hit the injured girl on the back of the head.
"Of course it smells like death, people die in hospitals every day!" Octavia had strolled over to the two younger agents, and she ran a hand over her daughter's hair with a motherly tenderness, soothing the spot that she had hit.
"Thanks for the fun fact, Mom." Avery bit back sarcastically, but her face lit up with happiness when her mother reached down to plop a kiss on the top of her head. "When did you become such a smartass?" Octavia admonished, shaking her head in mock disappointment. She directed her warm gaze to Costia, and patted her shoulder in a friendly manner. "And how are you doing Costia?" She asked. Costia smiled at her politely in return. "I'm good, thanks." Octavia appeared satisfied with the response, and she gave her shoulder one last pat before she moved away, padding back to where her husband was hotly debating something with Lexa and Roan.
Before Costia could attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation though, Lorin pushed through the door, and Luna immediately clasped her hands together loudly to get everyone's attention. "All right." She said as Lorin hastily found a seat at Luna's left. "So, Roan has contacted Nia last night." Luna began. "And she has agreed to meet with him." When Costia looked over at the man in question, Roan's bearded face was a ghostly pallor, and his usual bored expression now was scrunched up in stress.
"In addition to that, analytics found something else, Raven?" The senior agent acknowledged Luna's introduction, and she clicked the remote controlling the projector screen at the front of the boardroom.
"Since Nia's escape from prison five years ago, Ice Nation had been covertly operating under the pseudonym 'Azgeda Incorporated.'" Raven reported briskly. "Our investigation into their finances reveals that they're more or less involved in similar dealings as they had decades ago. Most of their income is from money laundering and terrorist financing activity both on home soil and overseas." Raven clicked to the next slide. "This building is in central district of Washington, and these other two are Baltimore and Chicago. But the only one of interest right now is this one." The senior agent clicked to the next slide, revealing a very modern tower in Midtown Manhattan. "It has 80 floors, and acts as the headquarters for the organization. The roof has a helipad, and the penthouse is currently occupied by Nia Frost. From what we have established so far, she has not played an active hand in the daily affairs of Azgeda. Instead, CEO Alain Hunter has been running the day-to-day operations in the office floor on the 70th suite." A photograph of the CEO occupied the screen. Alain was probably in his early 30s, well-kept dark brown hair gelled stylishly above brown eyes and a eerily familiar nose. Raven turned to briefly meet everyone's gaze. "It's also the place where Nia has requested Roan to meet with her."
Clarke was the first to object. "Right in the heart of enemy territory?" She said in surprise. "Was it impossible to meet at a neutral location instead?"
"When I suggested it, she refused." Roan growled. "She won't meet me anywhere else." Clarke frowned, and she quickly turned to whisper into Lexa's ear. Costia noticed the way they seemed to operate so seamlessly, and she tried to ignore the confused feelings of jealousy and wistfulness.
"He'll be safe." Raven assured Clarke from the other side of the table. "I've got some new gadgets, we'll be able to listen to the conversation without fear of it being detected."
"And we should probably set up some sniper points." Lexa added, and Clarke agreed with a hum.
"And more importantly," Raven added, "We suspect that this building is where the missing agents are being held." There was a note of hope in her voice. "Based on the blueprints I obtained after hacking into their system, there was a section of their underground spaces that was remodeled in the last eight months. From the schematics, it looks like crude holding cells."
"Why would they keep them alive for so long?" Avery asked, and Lexa winced visibly at the innocent question.
"I would assume she has been trying to obtain more information about the TRIKRU program." Luna surmised. "It's a team that has foiled many of her schemes, I'm sure that she would want to have some 'fun' with them, while also trying to weasel as much intel as she can about Lexa and Clarke's whereabouts." Luna's eyes briefly ghosted towards Costia. "If she were to discover that Costia was Lexa and Clarke's daughter, she would likely redouble her efforts to find her."
"She won't." Lexa stated firmly, and it wasn't just Clarke who agreed. All the senior agents seemed to flex their shoulders and sit straighter in their seats. No one was going to let Nia get to Costia, not without a fight. In that moment, Costia felt the strength that buzzed in the room, and she wasn't sure if she should be annoyed that they felt the need to protect her, or embrace the sense of security found in the fact that they were so ready to do so.
"Octavia and Lincoln," The two agents perked up, and Lexa gave them nods of approval. "You two will infiltrate the holding cells and investigate while Roan distracts Nia. I want our agents found." There were noises of agreement, and Clarke added. "We won't leave without all of our people. Not one is to be left behind." There was a pregnant pause as the agents took in the levity of her words, and it was Lorin who broke it.
"When?" Lorin asked, speaking for the first time since she had arrived.
"Tonight." Roan informed her with a low rasp. He looked like someone was pulling out his molars with a set of rusty pliers, Costia observed. He clearly didn't want to do this, and as the agents stood and slowly filtered out of the room as the briefing finished, she cornered him out in the corridor.
"Roan, are you actually comfortable doing this?" She asked. He was silent for a moment, his eyes closed as he sighed heavily. "No." He answered, and Costia poked him in the chest.
"Then tell them no." She said. "Tell them you won't do it."
"It's not that easy." Roan said dismissively.
"Then help me understand." Costia requested. Roan looked at her, his green eyes pinched with annoyance and exhaustion.
"I may not enjoy seeing my mother," He started, "but I'm doing it to save Anya and Indra, and all the others that went missing and may yet be alive." Roan bit his lip, then he added. "And I'm doing it because Lexa asked me to."
"Who is Lexa?" Costia scoffed, all that frustration and anger bubbling to the surface at the mention of her mother's name. "She's not the Commander anymore."
"But she's still my friend. I owe her my life, and my loyalty." Roan said, the timbre of his voice steady and sure. Costia stared disbelievingly, her eyes wide as the world she knew crumbled around her.
"Why? Why do you owe my mother so much loyalty?" She finally asked, and Roan smiled wearily.
"Because she was my Commander. She was Heda. I might not have agreed with every decision she made, but she made them to save our people. She made all the hard choices so that we wouldn't have to, and she bore it all without a word of complaint." Costia tilted her chin down, looking away from the earnest expression on his face. "No one ever thanked her for her sacrifice, and after she lost everything she loved, she led us anyway."
"And my other mother?" Costia challenged. "What has she ever done, to ignite such loyalty from you?" Roan crossed his arms, and he leaned back against the wall.
"Why don't you ask them yourself?" He retorted, tired with all the questioning from the irate young woman. "Admit it, you've been dying to talk to them again for the first time in years. And when you're given the chance, you hide behind your bruised ego-"
"They lied to me!" Costia finally snapped. "They lied about who they were." She clamped her mouth shut, and then she sighed loudly. "And now I don't know if I should forgive them or not." Roan was silent for a few heartbeats, then he placed a large hand on her shoulder. "You should." He advised gently. "Because life is short, and you don't want to live with regrets." And Costia felt the weight of his words lay heavy on her shoulders as he walked away and left her in the corridor, alone.
"Nia will be with you shortly." The Azgeda receptionist could be heard clearly through the wire that had been stashed strategically in the heel of Roan's dress shoes. He was also wearing a tiny earpiece, but Lexa and Roan had already agreed that it would not be patched in to the op channel unless absolutely necessary. It was nice having the luxury to choose.
"I've got to admit, you've got some pretty high-tech gadgets here." Lexa said, impressed. Raven shot her a smug smirk.
"Well it's me, of course I've got the best shit around." Lexa barked in laughter, and Raven slapped her on the back with mirth. The two of them sat together on rooftop of a tower across the street from Azgeda Incorporated, Lexa armed with her trusty sniper rifle, scope zeroed in on the meeting.
It was another dark, slightly cold night despite the spring season. Well at least it wasn't raining, Lexa mused as she shifted slightly at her roost before she settled in and looked through the scope. She had a perfect view of Roan, and she slowly adjusted the sniper's position as he was led into Nia's penthouse suite.
"So what do you think?" Raven asked suddenly, and Lexa shifted her weapon five centimeters to the right. "What do I think about what?" Lexa mumbled absentmindedly.
"Do you think Octavia and Lincoln will find them down there?" Lexa paused, worrying her lip between her teeth.
"I hope so." She finally answered. "For both our sakes." Lexa added before she returned her full attention to where Roan was impatiently waiting for his mother to appear. Raven did not distract her again, not until a few minutes later.
"She missed you." Raven said quietly. "Anya."
"Just as much as you missed Clarke?" Lexa asked, her voice peppered with amusement, and Raven chuckled lightly.
"That's a given." Raven moved slightly, adjusting her seat. "Honestly, if you two hadn't gotten together, I don't think Anya and I ever would have met."
"Mmm." Lexa hummed distractedly. She had spied movement in the corner of her scope, and she shifted slightly. There. "I've got eyes on Ice Queen." She announced, and Raven snapped to attention.
"Octavia, Linc, what's your status?" Raven clicked into the secure channel. She had to wait a few seconds before noise crackled on the other side of the line.
"We're almost inside," Octavia reported. "We encountered a few blue coats, so we had to find some places to sneak in."
Lexa paid them no mind. She had Nia in her sights. The Ice Queen had walked right up to Roan, and she watched as Nia raised a palm and moved to slap him. Roan caught her arm in the last second, gripping her wrist with an iron grip.
"You bastard." Nia snarled, and Roan's hackles raised with equal venom. "You come into my home thirty years after you betrayed me, rejected your birthright, and you expect me to welcome you back with open arms?"
"I came because you're my mother." He grunted emotionlessly. "I came because I finally understand. And I want to help." The hint of barely disguised acid in his voice was convincing, and Lexa kept her fingers crossed that he could pull this off. "I don't want to play second fiddle to anyone anymore." He snarled. "I want to have it all."
"And you think I would give it to you?" Nia scoffed. "Look at you," the elderly woman gestured to his figure. "You wallowed with the lawmakers and the pigs for years, and now you come to me to claim your inheritance?" She spat in disdain. "Narcissa was never as weak as you." Her voice sounded mournful, and even though years had passed, Lexa couldn't prevent the sudden increase in her heart rate at the mention of the girl's name. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes momentarily to slow her heart rate back to the lower beats per minute required to be effective at her role. When she felt her heart return to its slower rate, she opened her eyes and continued to watch the confrontation below.
"Narcissa was strong. She might not have known yet about the nature of Ice Nation, but I have no doubt that she would have accepted it. She was pragmatic. She knew what it took to achieve greatness." Nia's tone was wistful. "Not like you." Her words were like a whip across Roan's back, "you shirked away from it all. Narcissa would have been great. But now I'm stuck with you."
Roan stood there, his jaw clenched tight. "So does that mean I should leave?" He finally growled through gritted teeth.
"It means I have to make do with what I have." Nia replied icily. She turned on her heel and walked over to the bar located at the side of the living room, Lexa following her every step but failing to find a good view. The Ice Queen took two glasses from the cabinet, and she poured an amber liquid into each glass. She took one, pushing the other glass forward, flicking one index finger at her son. It was a test.
Roan stalked carefully over to her, and he handled the glass like it was a snake waiting to bite him. "Just drink it." Lexa hissed to herself. "Come on, Roan." She held her breath, and when he finally brought it to his lips and drank, she exhaled in relief. She wasn't the only one satisfied by Roan's compliance.
Smiling broadly, Nia walked around the bar and clapped her son hard on the shoulder. "I want you to prove your loyalty." She said. Roan returned her gaze unflinching. "I want Lexa to pay for everything she has done to our family." Nia downed the rest of her drank and placed the glass on the countertop with more force than necessary to punctuate her sentence. "I want you to bring her here to me, and I want to kill her myself."
"Guys, we've found them" Lincoln's voice suddenly crackled. "They're in cages, Anya, Indra, and Ryder. We're working on getting them out. But we need the surveillance turned off."
"I'm on it." Raven leapt to her feet and rushed to the center of the roof where her equipment was set up, and she immediately sat down before her laptop, fingers typing up a fury as she worked quickly to hack into the system.
Lexa tuned them out, focusing instead on Roan and Nia. The Ice Queen had moved slightly, and suddenly she had an unrestricted line of sight. She had a shot. Her finger was about to pull the trigger when Clarke suddenly appeared at her shoulder, racing over from the stairwell. "Lexa stop!" She shouted, and Lexa froze.
She looked away from the scope and to her wife. "Clarke, what are you doing?" She hissed, but the blonde rushed over and tackled her down. Before Lexa could even react, she saw a bullet fly to where her head had been seconds before.
Lexa lay flat on her back, looking up at Clarke who had fallen on top of her, and overcome with adrenaline and remembrance of a time when they were in a similar position on a rooftop nearly twenty-five years ago, she craned her neck and connected her wife's lips to her own in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, Clarke smiled at her wanly, and as Lexa opened her mouth to question her, she placed a finger on her lips. "There's a contract out on both of us." Clarke said by way of explanation.
"Ah." Lexa paused. "Who did it?"
"That CEO, Alain Hunter." Clarke said, and as she lay there on top of Lexa, the brunette made a move to stand, but Clarke kept her pinned down. "Don't move." She commanded her. "Are you hurt?" Her hands moved to brush at her sides, checking for blood.
"I'm okay." Lexa assured her, and Clarke kissed her once more. "What about the assassin?" Lexa broke away to ask, and Clarke hushed her with a chaste kiss on her nose. "Costia and Lorin just took care of it." She said, and she tapped her own comm. "I came up to warn you, before it was too late." Clarke kissed Lexa's right cheek, then her let. "I'm not losing you, not after all that's become of our lives." And Lexa wrapped her arms tight around her in assent. "Never."
"Hey lovebirds, a little help here!" Raven shouted, and they both immediately leapt to their feet. Lexa collected her sniper rifle from its perch before she rushed to join Clarke at Raven's side.
"What is it?" Lexa panted.
"Octavia and Lincoln have smuggled our guys out into the caravan, but the blue coats caught on and they're in a firefight in the second level of the parking lot."
"On it." Clarke said, and she was already striding away, but Lexa grasped her forearm in the last second.
"Clarke." Lexa looked at her, and Clarke simply inclined her head.
"I'll be okay." She promised, and Lexa let her wife slip away between her fingers and disappear down the stairs.
Lexa turned to the penthouse suite once more. In the panic of Clarke's arrival, she had tuned out the argument that Roan and Nia were having. But now, as she returned her full attention to the mother-son duo, she heard Roan argue profusely. She adjusted the tripod for her sniper, but to her great annoyance, Nia was no longer in sight.
"I can't just bring Lexa to you with a bow on her head." Roan snapped, clearly stalling. But there was no way of contacting him, not without throwing him off, and Lexa fumed in anger even as Roan did. "And even so, how does it prove my loyalty at all?" Nia scrutinized him in icy silence, then she tilted her chin cockily.
"You're right." She agreed, and a wicked smile appeared across her wrinkled and weathered face. "Bring her here. But kill her yourself, in full view of me and my lieutenants. Then you may take your birthright."
Lexa watched Roan freeze, and she saw the panic so clearly hidden behind a mask of indifference. She had to intervene. "Raven, patch me in to Roan's ear mic." She requested, and the other agent worked quick.
"You're good." She signalled with a thumbs up, and Lexa clicked on her earpiece.
"Roan, accept the deal." Lexa commanded. "I don't have a shot. I repeat, I don't have a clear line of sight. You have to accept the deal." There was no indication that he had even heard, not until he finally unclenched his fists and held his hands flat against his thighs.
"Fine." He snarled, and Nia beamed with obvious satisfaction.
"Get out of there, and get back to HQ." Lexa ordered, and while she watched Roan make his excuses, she redirected attention to the other part of the mission. "Clarke and the others?"
"In the clear. Headed back to HQ." Raven replied. After releasing a breath she did not know she was holding, Lexa closed her eyes and rubbed her face tiredly. They had been backed into a corner, and now she had to navigate her way out of the shit storm that her team had gotten themselves in. Clarke wasn't going to like this at all.
Suddenly, there was a loud crackling noise on the comms, but when Lexa tried to make sense of it, all that came out was static. She pulled her earpiece out, and it fell to her palm in two pieces. It must have gotten busted when Clarke had tackled her, and she was about to ask Raven what was going on when the other woman released a gasp of pain and shock, and Lexa spun to face the agent. The other woman looked completely devastated, and tears were forming quickly. "Raven, what's happened?" She asked, but the woman seemed to be holding back from an outburst as she paced, whatever it was causing her great distress. Lexa was quick to steady her, hands bracing Raven's arms. "Raven talk to me," She urged, and Raven gulped for air desperately before she replied.
"It's Anya."
"What the hell happened out there?" Luna was furious. She paced the front of the boardroom as she seethed at the agents assembled around her. With the exception of Raven, all of them had been ordered to return to HQ to explain the monumental failure that had just occurred. "You return without having neutralized the Ice Queen, and most of all, one of our missing agents is currently fighting for her life in ICU." Luna was icily quiet when she uttered those words. "Someone, please tell me what happened."
"There was another player." Lexa explained. "An assassin was trying to take me out the same time that I was trying to get a shot off at Nia." She raised one eyebrow in Costia and Lorin's direction. "And they took him out, but at that point I had already lost my line of sight."
Luna released a groan, running a hand through her hair in stress. "What about Anya? What happened when you two," she jerked her chin aggressively at Octavia and Lincoln, "were making exfil?" Lincoln and Octavia looked at each other, at a loss for words. It was Clarke who answered. The blonde was still covered in Anya's blood, her shirt and forearms painted with red. "The blue coats had cut off the exits, Cos, Lorin, and I rushed over and managed to provide cover fire." Her hands were shaking, and Lexa had to use all of her self-control not to barge over and just kiss the pain and the shock away.
"Anya took a bullet meant for me." Lincoln admitted, his face still painted with the realization that he had almost died himself. "We managed to get her in the van, and Clarke did what she could, but there was just so much blood, and Anya was still weak from what she'd endured." Lincoln stopped at that point, covering his face with his hands.
"Is she going to make it?" Lexa asked quietly, and Clarke was the only one who could answer.
"Maybe." She sighed. "I just can't tell right now, she was already weakened by the tortured Azgeda had inflicted on her." Lexa's fists clenched at her sides, and the desire to just march into the Azgeda tower and shoot Nia in the face sprung into the forefront of her mind.
"What about you?" Luna addressed Roan now. "So what, you've been ordered to bring Lexa in…for what? A fist fight to the death?" Roan was sitting, and he refused to look up at the General.
"It was the only way to maintain my credibility without getting killed." He growled. "And Lexa told me to take the deal." Clarke snapped her head at Lexa, blue eyes wide at the new information, and Lexa shook her head subtly – a signal telling her not to argue. That only enraged her wife further.
"You agreed to this?" She snapped. Clarke marched into Lexa's space, furious. "Are you kidding me?" Lexa stopped her by covering her mouth with her palm.
"Luna, everyone's tired and exhausted, can we continue this again after we've all had a good night's rest?" Luna glared at Lexa for a second, before she relented. Lexa felt Clarke's teeth sink into her hand, and she released her with a yelp. Clarke then stepped hard on Lexa's toe and marched out of the room, Lexa rushing after her in an instant. "Clarke, wait." She called after her as she shouldered through the door to get to her.
Across the room, Costia couldn't help the small chuckle from leaving her lips despite the levity of the situation. Lorin noticed, and she gave her a small smile before she addressed Luna. "Luna, despite the fact that we could not kill the Ice Queen, it would seem that her CEO Alain Hunter has gotten a contract out on Lexa and Clarke for $4 million."
Luna nodded briskly. "What do you propose?" She asked, and Lorin wracked her tired brain before she answered. "We have someone with the money and the connections counter with double the price on a contract for Hunter instead." Luna pondered the suggestion for a brief moment.
"Do it." The General rasped. "Now go get some rest, all of you." She inclined her head to the others before she started to leave. But before she stepped out the door, she turned back. "If anyone wishes to visit Anya, please wait until we get an update from Raven. I don't want anyone crowding her right now. Feel free to see the others, but for the meantime let Raven have her time with Anya."
The agents did not raise one word in protest, and with a final nod Luna let the door close with a quiet snick.