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Rook turned to Jarred, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, that's something they'd do. But, it's not writ that it even has to be human. Amonia and heat breaks down DNA, making it difficult to trace who's remains are what... What if we get a few random bones and leave them there? Once we soak 'em in any amonia-based cleaner and burn them... THey won't be able to tell."

Roxanna looked at Maya closely, her eyes concerned, "can you not hear them?"

She turned briefly to glance at Adam, a frown on her lips, "Your father, if he were caught helping us, would be killed. That aside, do you believe he'd be able to keep the secret?"

"Sorry," Roxanna apologized quickly, "I was talking to Maya, she has a power that translates into her communicating with objects, like the walls." Roxanna lowered her voice to a slight whisper, "that or she's crazy and just happens to be rather lucky with her delusions."

Roxanna moved his hand to the door knob of the bathroom. "We're not going to do that to your Dad. If necessary I can find a way to deliver you back to your family without trouble. I'm not sure how safe that would leave you, though. But we will see."

Adam just nodded slowly, turning the knob and stepping inside, accidentally hitting Zipper in the mussel. The dog yipped, Adam quickly opening the door again, "Fine, I don't know why you want to follow me to the bathroom too..."

Closing the door after he felt Zipper brush past him safely in the bathroom, Adam went about his business. He did not want to go back, especially with Mr Lincoln there, but have his dad believe that he's dead? Neither choice sounded all that great to him.

After locating a towel after washing his hands he emerged from the bathroom, leaving the door open. He merely ran his hand along the wall until he felt a chair and sat down, Zipper resting his head in his lap.

"I'm not leaving the team, Rook. I'll still be available to call and help out. But I am going to head out on my own for a bit. For one, I need the space, and things seem a little cramped here as is." She glanced at the bed with a half smile, "I'm betting Jarred guy was going to play gentleman again and try to cram all the girls in a bed, right?" She gave a glance at Jarred, "Well to be honest I find that just as awkward as sleeping with a strange man." She let out a small breath moving her gaze to Rook. "And don't take this personally, but I'm not so sure how much I can trust you, particularly if you still feel such an allegiance to a councilman. Even if it was one of the more judicial council members," Kat hesitated, "I have something of a prejudice towards the council. I may have to tell you how I became a slider some day."

Rook shot Jarred a look, and not a nice one. He knew he was right, but wasn't about to hand the kid back over to Lincoln.

He looked to Kat, shaking his head.
"You going out into the city is about as good of an idea as letting Roxy or Adam do their thing out there... You can't hide yourself as well as you'd like, you even said that yourself, and I'm supposed to just take this on the level? If you want to get yourself killed, I can think of a whole variety of ways to make it less painful than the hell Lincoln can think of," He took a deep breath, before adressing the group, "Speaking of Lincoln, He has got to get gone. We need to kill him, or dispose of him, and then we take the kid back. I'm not at all keen with leaving the kid with the Keepers... But if he can get us any idea about what's going on inside... Then we can make something happen. But, it's going to be hell getting him back with Lincoln still around... So, can we all agree on that?"

Kat shook her head, "Do not tell me I can't fend for myself, Rook. You don't know me, and you have a heroic impulse that makes you unstable and a little untrustworthy. Don't try to coddle me, or control me, even if it's for my own damn good. It'll just get my boot smashed into your face. Are we clear?"

Kat glanced at Jarred and made a noncommittal gesture with her head. "We'll see. For now, it looks like a I'll stay a bit. If anything, I might bring some sanity into the mix. But if I stay now, I expect all of you to let me go, unchallenged, if the situation sours."

"As for the boy, Jarred is right, we can't give him back. He may not tell them where we are, hell, I'm sure he may do his best to keep his mouth shut, but Linc has ways of getting things out of people" Kat paused slightly, "as does the council. The kid may be untouchable, but it's possible his dog is fair game. If not that, there are other means, and other disposable people."

"No, it's not." Kat said, with a nod of her head. "Lincoln is the area authority over St.Eva. He controls the outpost, what goes in, what goes out. He likes that control, and he loves the current chaos. To put it simply, the man is a psychopath."