<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>->--->>> LUKE’S<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica Jones, Luke Cage<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She didn’t know why, but Jess looked very uncomfortable in her seat, almost liked it pained her to be here. “Oh girl stop it, we got plenty of time. Live a little..”.<br/><br/>Roy placed the mug down in front of her. “Thanks Roy.”  Picking up the mug, she took a much needed gulp. The beer was nice and cold, just how she liked it. Licking her lips that left a well satisfied smile on her lips she looked up to greet the owner of the bar and dear friend, Mr. Cage.<br/><br/>“Hey Luke honey, love what you done with the place. Me and Jess were in the neighborhood, so we decided to drop by.” She cut her eyes over to Jessica as if expecting her to say something. Sitting up in her chair as she crossed her legs, the song ‘Ms. Jackson’ in the background she couldn’t help but tap the toe of her boot to the beat.<br/><br/>It was true Luke did have a very solid ear to the streets. The same type of ear she would of have if she wasn’t an ex-cop. People in your neighborhood look at you differently when come back from off the field. Especially if  you come back with a metallic arm. She rested her bionic limb on the counter as Luke personally delivered Jess a mug of bud light. She couldn’t help but feel this odd energy coming from the two. So they went on a few bad dates, big deal, or perhaps there was something else missing, something she didn’t know about. In any case, Misty loved playing matchmaker. The hard part was already over in her eyes.<br/><br/>“Yea..” Misty continued. “ A new group of wannabe Tony Montana’s, called MS13, you heard of them?” She asked. Praying he had some type of information.  Completely unaware that a prison break was going on, though she hadn't completely ignored the many police sirens on the street. Her bag started to vibrate and she reached inside to pull out her phone.  Misty still had connections within the NYPD, but they were very discreet. Whenever they needed help with something they couldn't get their hands on because of the red tape, they would notify her.<br/><br/>Tapping a few buttons on her phone she slipped it back in her bag and turned her attention back to her friends. " Havn't noticed any new kids on the block have you? " Everyone she had talked to had either pissed their pants or refused to talk. Something odd was going. Especially since she started receiving reports about these new drugs being made from altered DNA. What ever the hell that meant.