[Juarez, Mexico] In which we learn things are not what they seem...

[daughterof_fate]

Brighid wasn't sure later if she was grateful to Poseidon or not. After all, she'd wanted to know. She'd wanted to see. What she'd seen hadn't been what she'd been expecting, though.

What she'd seen had completely changed her image of James Audr.

Her sudden appearance on the side of a road in Mexico shook her. Not just because of the heat, which was oppressive enough, but because of the sights she was taking in. Police in heavy gear, a school playground, children screaming and men on the other end - one man in particular - shooting without care.

Blinking slowly, she shook her head and looked up at Poseidon, who made some comment about James, vanilla and once again calling her petal, but her mind wasn't working when the gunfire started once more. Instead, she ducked involuntarily and then looked again at the man she thought she knew. A man she would have recognized anywhere.

Even though she was standing to the side, against a wall, away from the sprays of bullets, she knew the moment he saw her.