08-17-2014, 01:26 PM
She listened to his response and offered an acknowledging nod before both of them turned back to look at the others in the room. Hopefully he was right, and all of Alavo’s enthusiastic speech would not amount to anything the Mexican government wasn’t prepared to handle.
The moment the President admitted to not having any leads concerning the Embassy attack, Camila felt a knot form in her stomach. It was possible for her to find out something, but then again, it was also very likely that she would find nothing. Worse, that she could not make any sense of anything she came to discover.
Looking down, she laced her fingers together while resting her hands on the table. There was something she could do that as far as she understood, was either some sort of psychic power, or witchcraft. Now, Camila wasn't superstitious, but she really had no idea what it was, or why she could do it at all.
In her hopes to understand things, the closest thing she could compare herself to was the Greek's Pythia. Yet, even that was all wrong. The Greeks sacrificed animals before their readings from the Oracle, the innards used as pre-reading of sorts, while the famed seer smoked vapors that brought on jumbled words priests interpreted.
In Camila's case, blood was key. Unfortunately, what she saw wasn't always easy to interpret. If she shared her secret with Damien, there was also the chance the man would think her crazy. Would he be desperate enough for information to give her skills a chance?
The woman looked up from her hands just in time to meet Damien's eyes. It was clear he was weighing matters inside that mind of his. What he'd been thinking about exactly became very clear after the group of them left the meeting. The fact that his question touched very close to what she'd been thinking about nearly made her miss her step.
“I can check things out tonight to see what the talk within the Cartels is all about. There’s usually some poor idiot that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.”
She had been walking beside him as the group made their way to their vehicle, thus, her voice had remained soft enough for only the two of them to hear. Yet, before continuing, Camila glanced uneasily at their two companions. “There’s something else, but I suppose whether you want to make use of it or not depends on how squeamish you are… What do you know about the Oracle of Delphi?”
Edited by Camila, Aug 17 2014, 01:29 PM.
The moment the President admitted to not having any leads concerning the Embassy attack, Camila felt a knot form in her stomach. It was possible for her to find out something, but then again, it was also very likely that she would find nothing. Worse, that she could not make any sense of anything she came to discover.
Looking down, she laced her fingers together while resting her hands on the table. There was something she could do that as far as she understood, was either some sort of psychic power, or witchcraft. Now, Camila wasn't superstitious, but she really had no idea what it was, or why she could do it at all.
In her hopes to understand things, the closest thing she could compare herself to was the Greek's Pythia. Yet, even that was all wrong. The Greeks sacrificed animals before their readings from the Oracle, the innards used as pre-reading of sorts, while the famed seer smoked vapors that brought on jumbled words priests interpreted.
In Camila's case, blood was key. Unfortunately, what she saw wasn't always easy to interpret. If she shared her secret with Damien, there was also the chance the man would think her crazy. Would he be desperate enough for information to give her skills a chance?
The woman looked up from her hands just in time to meet Damien's eyes. It was clear he was weighing matters inside that mind of his. What he'd been thinking about exactly became very clear after the group of them left the meeting. The fact that his question touched very close to what she'd been thinking about nearly made her miss her step.
“I can check things out tonight to see what the talk within the Cartels is all about. There’s usually some poor idiot that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.”
She had been walking beside him as the group made their way to their vehicle, thus, her voice had remained soft enough for only the two of them to hear. Yet, before continuing, Camila glanced uneasily at their two companions. “There’s something else, but I suppose whether you want to make use of it or not depends on how squeamish you are… What do you know about the Oracle of Delphi?”
Edited by Camila, Aug 17 2014, 01:29 PM.