Cass, and more importantly Oracle, was a decent tracker, but she never said no to help. So when she'd found herself in Milliways and spotted X it had only taken a quick exchange of vague hand signals to convince the other girl to follow her back through the door.

The bank robbery had been recent. It wasn't really urgent, but it would be useful to have someone who could track them quickly.

The fight in the warehouse had been quick. Quicker than even Cass' fights usually went. Trowa wasn't a bad partner for this sort of thing, really. Maybe she should ask him to join her again sometime.

After the last bad guy had been beaten senseless and zip tied Cass had led the way up to the roof. Rooftops were good spots to hang out, after all. They didn't stay on that particular roof for long. Cass checked the map display on the inside of her mask's lenses, and there were no more hotspots. That meant she had to go visit Oracle for new orders.

She glances over at Trowa after she presses the button signaling a return to the Clocktower and cocks her head. Does he want to join her for a quick trip across the city rooftops, or would he rather head home?

Cass is a shadow in the rafters. This isn't unusual and most people who know her wouldn't question such an occurrence. In fact, at the moment, the only question might be just how long she's been up there. She's spent at least three hours now simply crouched on a beam methodically sweeping her eyes back and forth across the bar, but it's entirely possible that she's been there longer...

A lot longer.

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Cassandra took the time earlier to consult with Oracle about her new target in this mission. Oracle had expressed some surprise at who she'd ended up with, but had provided enough information to get Cass started.

Now she sits in the rafters again, looking down on the bar in search of her prey. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[tinytag: Assassins]

Through the wonders of Millitime...

Two oversized mugs slam down on a table near the bar. Those Milliways patrons with enhanced hearing will notice a sharp rise in the heartrates of the two occupants of that table, and those who are watching for it will notice massive pupil dilation as the caffeine begins to settle in.

Those with a nose for trouble will realize that, now that Cassandra and Stitch have consumed far more coffee than anyone ever should, a disaster beyond all imagination will occur.

Come be part of it. You know you want to.

[ooc: Cass and Stitch have just finished the worst contest idea ever: who can drink coffee the fastest. It was close, and now the consequences kick in. Two muns with two hyper-active pups. You know you want to tag...]

[tinytag: Assassins]