<ul>It was no shock that the question had led her down a dead end. She had been hoping for some kind of miracle, after all. None came. Nodding in silence at his answer, Lilly threw her head back and swallowed back a good portion of her drink, finding that she desperately needed to be relatively drunk in order to continue with this charade. <br/><br/>When he asked about the two journalists, the air became trapped in her throat, and she ran her hands nervously over her thighs, glancing around the elegant bar furtively, before looking back at him. His hair had fallen into his mysterious gaze, and almost by instict, Lilly reached over and tucked the dissenting strands back into place. <br/><br/>It was an uncharacteristic move for her, and for the time being she blamed how terribly nervous she was. All other guards were down simply for the sake of maintaining her front slightly longer. "There has," she began, recoiling her hand away, and setting it back onto her lap. "And it's not a word I wanted to hear. They want a bit of a trade to take place, and have warned that if I try to involve the police they will kill both of my writers."<br/><br/>Finishing the rest of her drink, she set it down, and propped her elbow on the bar, resting her headd against her palm. Looking at him sideways, Lilly shrugged hopelessly. "I'm between a rock and a hard place. They've asked for someone else, but I've no way of figure out how exactly they're involved or whether they're just a victim in all of this as well."<br/></ul>