Next day cath woke up groggy due to lack of sleep or not? she didn't know. But, she did know that she had a lot on her plate this time. Sighing, she pushed the duvet of her body and settled her warm foot over the cold floorboard of her room. She rubbed her arms around her as she breathed deeply. The weather has sure turned a lot colder recently.
By the time she finished getting fresh and dressed to go out, there was a knock on her door. Opening the door she found her brother standing. He was dressed in casual clothes, a pair of black sweats and a hand knitted brown sweater, his hair messy. "Someone is at the door asking for you." She closed the door behind her as she followed her brother downstairs. It was Jake, he stood at the entrance awkwardly, shuffling his feet constantly.
"What's the matter?" she approached him just as her brother turned toward the kitchen. Cath gestured him to enter. "After everyone left last night, someone broke into the studio, the place is messed up and.......Ben's laptop is missing with Candra's USB sticks." Cath let out a frustrated grunt and sunk down to the Floor.
Jake: I am sorry, we should have been careful.
Cathrine: (sighs) Let's not toddle over this.....ate anything? (Jake shakes his head) thought so....here.
Tosses a protein bar from the cabinets to him and press one to her mouth "wait for me, out the house", she runs up to her brother who was at the back balcony at that moment. He was on the phone, but when she entered he quickly hang up.
Cathrine: who were you talking to?
John: no one. You going out?
Cathrine: okayyy...you are ignoring my question, anyways yes. I will be out. And make sure to eat at home. Mom told me to make you.
Cath comes out of the house without any word as didn't want to dig anymore, or rather she didn't have time to. Jake brought his bike so she didn't had take her's out so they were able to get to there group's hideout/ her studio pretty quick.
By the time they got to the site, the whole circle was there.
Xavier: Look what we found.( Hands over 2 piece of burnt paper)
A PICTURE OF CATHRINE LOCKING HER DOOR LAST NIGHT BEFORE DEPARTING. AND A SMALL.......THREAT.
