<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000066"><u>Seraphina Harlow</u></span><br/>
She reread the email, not expressing anything on her face other than her outburst. Opting to close her laptop, Seraphina wanted to tell Riley to shut her damn trap. They could have access to their webcams and therefore know what they talk about in front of their computers. However, she could easily be a paranoid piece of shit. Actually, she was a paranoid piece of shit. Even though Riley was her closest and dearest friend, Sera had not told her about the evidence <i>she</i> had been collecting over time. Mainly pictures and recordings of illegal transactions and actions, they were all kept off any sources online. There was a safebox located in a hole in the apartment wall with a heavy, ugly painting of a barren landscape in front of it. The key to said safebox was around her neck.<br/>
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The setup was actually full of shit. There was nothing in it but fake documents and pictures labeled as TOP SECRET. It was an attempt to throw them off should Adventure Corps come and search her home for evidence. The real evidence was in fact nowhere near to where they lived. It was in a place she knew that the Corps would be hesitant in looking. They were located away in a deposit box overseas, belonging to her family, where she sent all of her extra cash for her family. She left specific instructions not to let anyone into the despit box unless they saw her physically to give them permission.<br/>
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Sera sighed softly, leaning back against the couch to try and think through this. The rain beat down softly and she was tempted to go back to bed, to sleep it off. Preparation for her trip needed to be done. Her family had to be notified and she would make sure to let the bank know about keeping the deposit box safe just in case. "Nah, probably not. They aren't very smart, your family. You should let them know," Sera said, walking over and tapping the camera on Riley's laptop, giving her a sign to why she had diverted the conversation. <br/>
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Checking her phone, she received a confirmation email for her plane ticket. In about a week....Huffing a soft sigh, she scrubbed her hand over her face. "We should go shopping. I'm sure you don't have a lot of attire of the middle of the ocean," she teased lightly, trying to look at the positive outlook of this clear attack against them. </span>