At the red and orange tinge sky and horizon, Leo and Zella stood not far from each other. She couldn't help but to think that bits of blood swoomped in underneath his nail beds and lingered there for so long. Zella wouldn't know what kind of emotion she had to portray.
"Do you think it would be worth it to enclose the four of the protesters in this mansion? They're now acting as spies to us now. I wanted them to be on the low, and didn't have a single sighting around them. We have to make sure that no one can recognize them AT ALL, while we were on the job to play the against."
If Zella isn't her, she'd admire Leo over the borders. Cleverly as it may seem, he knew how to turn the decisions upside down. No one can do the same as him. He's planning with the Cassanos like he's taking down a plaza in one detonatintg bomb.
Zella answered, "You aren't dumb, Leo. You know exactly what you're doing."
