Hey Kitty Kitty! (Izzy & CB)

Blake had climbed onto a warehouse herself, getting a good look at the crowd from above. It wasn't just the fact that Quinn had called her here, she actually did have a contract, which was the main reason she'd come by here. Looking right over the edge, the target was in sight. Sick guy had skinned his wife and was legitimately selling her organs and blood. That was messed up, and that meant he had accumulated himself a contract. Unfortunately, one that Blake had claimed. Dropping on top of him she crushed his body into the dirt and drove one of her hidden blades into the back of his neck, standing up and looking around. Everyone here was a criminal. There wasn't a single person here who would even dare to call the police, or to give out the information of the Black Market itself to the general public.

Blake looked at a particularly large guy who was staring, another member of the guild, actually. "Take care of this." She said, climbing back up in the blink of an eye and standing, looking out and looking for Quinn. "I guess I do need to talk to you Quinn..." She muttered.

Blake turns and sits on her tile, itching her ear. "I'm not angry because I didn't have to try to evade them. It was childs play." Despite this Quinn kept going on and Blake assumed that she hadn't been paying any attention. "...who told you about my yarn?" She asked, suddenly looking much more fierce. Her yarn was hidden under a bed with all her other toys! No one could find it! It was freaking fool proof!

Blake was a higher rank than Quinn in the actual guild. Shed done so much since she was a child with her rare genes, and rewarding her was so mind numbingly simple that she was almost a favorite. Now someone wanted her to join some kind of a hive? That's...a stupid name. "What's in it for me?" She asked softly.

Blake sighed. She liked her job as it was and didn't want whatever kind of stupid promotion this was. But as it stands, she wasn't in a position to bargain. "Yeah, fair point. What do I do?"

Blake saw the water and blinked for a few minutes. She could swim, yeah. But swimming sucks. It makes her ears all sticky and that gets her bow stuck to it and that muffles her hearing and makes her uncomfortable and that makes her squirmy and that hinders her abilities and THAT JUST SUCKS.

With a grunt, Blake's ears drooped. "...what? It better not be swimming."

Blake blinked and instantly nodded. Poison? No problem. She'd been poisoned plenty during training. Avoiding water? Anything was better than water. So instead she just held out her arm to Quinn. "So long as it doesn't kill me, hit me up. Water sucks."

Blake watched before following. The small warehouse made for a safe drop, especially for Blake. Cats always land on their feet, ya know? Landing very gracefully next to Quinn, Blake surveyed the area with her night vision. "Only one guy on that boat." She said, sniffing the air. "The rest are shipments with a crew."