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This is located in a small barn near the outskirts of the City. Resistance Members will guard the building during meetings. Meetings take place at a long table in the center.

The barn's interior is plain and wooden -- nothing fancy. Anything more would alert the Council to its existence.

Roleplay!

Morgan walked down the path, snow flying of loose drifts and sticking in her hair. By the to e she got in the barn, she had white hair that she was wringing out.

Cinder was in the basement, where all the technology was hidden. She heard someone walk in and grabbed a gun.

Morgan's hair was so wet, it looked black as she lifted her own gun hearing someone downstairs. You took no chances here.

Right as the person rounded the corner, cinder did too, gun up. She sighed when she saw it was Morgan.

Morgan was about to cock the gun when she saw Cinder. "Cinder!" She put down the gun-

"Scared me there Morgan!" Cinder said

"You too." Her red thread wasn't on, as she had a heavier coat on and instead had a red ribbon wound in her hair. "No one else?"

"Not yet," she shrugged

"Okay then." She shrugged.

"What do you do?" She asked as she sat down

"Me?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah, you," Cinder smirked

"I'm a waitress." She unzipped her jacket and showed her the blue/gray uniform.

"Boring?" Cinder asked

She shrugged. "It pays the rent." And threw off the jacket.

She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair

Morgan sat on one of the crudely made benches. Made from a hollow log and a saw, it threatened to make her fall over.

"Have you ever thought about being a spy?" She asked

"Yes, actually, I wouldn't mind it."

"You should request the position," she asked

"Maybe." She said thoughtfully.

"We could always use more help in tech," she crossed her arms

Morgan shook her head. "I'm not good with that kind of stuff. I can use it, but I can't do much else."

She nodded

"I can cook, paint, and sing pretty well tho."

"Be a chef for the Council?" She smirked

Morgan scoffed.

Cinder laughed

((I might not post too often now, about to FINALLY watch The Hobbit!))

((Watched, bought, watched.))

Morgan giggled too.

"You're cool," she nodded, smiling

"Me? Since when?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you," she smirked

Morgan rolled her eyes, "You too Cinder."

She laughed.

"No, I mean it."

Cinder heard the message from the council. "No," she whispered

((What message? So slow!))

Morgan listened in.

((Look on the announcements))

"We were doing so good!" She slammed her hand on the table

"Who the heck blew themself up in the COUNCIL!" Morgan shouted angrily.

"Damn it! Now we have no contact with them!" She shouted

Morgan made a split second decison. "We could...."

"What? We could what?" She asked, leaning forward

"I am going to be a spy."

"How can you get them to hire you into the council?" She asked

"I am a amazing cook." She smirked.

"It could work, It really could," she laughed

Morgan took out the cell phone she'd ripped the tracker from and called a programed #

"Now? You're doing it now?" She asked