<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Alley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2<br/><br/>It took some time for Phaedra to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of Natalie's blood but when she realized they'd been talking about hearing voices it was enough to snap her out of it. She wasn't willing yet to admit she too heard them too but she found it very telling she wasn't alone.<br/><br/>But what was up with Killer? He looked like he'd seen a ghost, maybe a lot of 'em, maybe about as many as there had been laying dead in that supermarket. That was the problem with following authority...<em>any</em>authority. As soon as you relied on somebody or something else to tell you what was right or wrong, you were on the way to being mindfucked. She felt impatient again, as if all this talk was just going to be counterproductive.<br/><br/>"Folks, if you want to be chatty, I suggest we take it upstairs," she said and strode over to where Tim had plastered himself back up against the wall to pick up the hacksaw. "You gotta snap out of it, big guy. I'll help you get these chains off but you need to get a grip. Can you get up the stairs or do we need to get the chains off first?"<br/>