<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">The Cheerio's break for freedom did not last long before it was recaptured and ended its days in Dimitri's mouth. Alannah matched his grin despite the worrying things he wasn't really explaining to her. Asya could be the smartest kid in the world; she was still a kid. Gods could bleed; but their blood was toxic, and harming a divine being enough for it to bleed probably caused more trouble than it would solve.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"So we got a kid who isn't good at measuring consequences because she's a kid, just running around out there and the Frogmen want to recruit her for some reason they aren't telling us, and a pissed off god poisoning the entire ocean. Fantastic,"</span> she said, turning her back on him to rinse off the bowl in the sink and hide her face. Don't say things like that. None of them.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"If you're ready, we should go see Lola. She lives a little ways off."</span> A cheery bleep made Alannah check her phone. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Never mind, she's at the center. Let's go, yeah?"</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.imgur.com/HIaYY7L.png"><img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/HIaYY7L.png" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/>The 'center' for the Ocean's Eleven weren't so much a center as it was a re-purposed two-bedroom apartment over a Chinese restaurant. Most of the walls had been torn down, leaving a small bathroom as the only place where one could have complete privacy. The previous bedrooms had been merged with the living room, forming a comfortable and rather spacious area containing a number of comfy chairs, a couch with a rumpled blanket on, a bookshelf with a number of items that weren't books, and a TV. A dark-skinned woman wearing a bright yellow hijab was watching the news, but muted the channel and stood up to face the door immediately when she heard it open.<br/><br/>"Oh, Alannah, it's you," she said, smiling, but sending Dimitri a sharp look all the same. "He doesn't look like a stray youth."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, he did only just earn the privilege to drink in public, so... Nah, he's cool, Lola. One of us,"</span> Alannah replied, at which Lola visibly relaxed. She went over to them and extended her hand to Dimitri.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you. I'm Lola Sayegh." She had a firm handshake. "You're here about Asya. She's in the bathroom right now, brushing her teeth."<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>"That too, yeah,"</span> Alannah replied, connecting the dots and noticing that the smell she hadn't been able to place when they entered was probably leftover fried eggs. She looked past Lola and at the TV screen, where a reporter was vigorously, but silently gesturing at the water of the Boston harbor. Alannah paled. Lola pursed her lips and looked grim.<br/><br/>"I think I can guess the other reason you're here."</span></div></span></div>