<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Cleo had taken time to clear her mind and rest as well as freshen up. Washing her face and her body with the tepid water of the sink. She checked her gear and her watch and figured that by now the terrbile twins had either gotten things out of their system or were in trouble. She Pulled on her top and then the long white duster and settled the revolver at the back of her waist and headed downstairs.<br/><br/>Her pouty lips curled in a smirk, moving as silent as a cat, she listened to Alex and the others.<br/><br/>"It's  not crankiness, Bartholomew. Its experience."  as she walked past the lounging youth she patted his head like an aunt would a boy. "You know i have known a hundred or more scions like you and not one of them lived long enough to become a god...you should think on that!!"<br/><br/>"I suggest we start after sundown or when we all have had some food and are ready. Me I can leave as soon as we need!"</span></span>