Claimers: I own them. Thank you.
Title: No Doubt own the words, not me. I can find a title in any song.
Dedication: To Pebblin. Here she is. Both your suggestions. Covered.
 
 
Be careful of presumptions,
They can turn and nip your heels,
Taking small bites and nibbles,
 
And leaving you listing, heavy.
 
 
LaOC LVI - A Performance Deserving Of Standing Ovations
 
Sam sat at her desk and watched Gabrielle and Psyche walking away.
Once they had rounded the corner she picked the phone up, listening to the dial tone for a second.
Then she spoke into the receiver, seemingly to no-one.
 
'Total attendance now. Location three.'
 
She replaced the receiver, got up and went over to the lift.
Getting in, she didn't press the floor buttons.
She placed her hand over a section of metal on one of the walls, and spoke three words.
 
'Authorisation delta four.'
 
The lift doors closed, but instead of going up, the lift moved horizontally backwards.
Less than a minute later the doors opened into a dark hall, with one door at the end of it.
 
Sam walked purposefully towards it, only stopping once to, again, put her palm against a sensor.
The end door opened and she entered.
Her whole manner changed as she appraised the room.
Sam was gone and Samantha was in charge here.
 
The room held a long table and six chairs, all but one taken.
 
Samantha spoke first.
Her voice changed from it's usual high pitch to low and purring.
 
'Discord is dead. Hung herself in the cells. I have the CCTV tapes here. Watched them earlier. There's something curious.'
 
Samantha pulled a tape out of her bag, and pushed it into the player.
 
'Here, you can watch it on fast forward. She'd just been put in the cells. Perfectly normal. Bit comatosed, but to be expected. Jude comes in. Still, fine. Here. This bit.'
 
Samantha put the tape onto normal speed and perched on the end of the table, watching the screen.
The room silently watched the soundless pictures.
Then a raven haired woman spoke. 
 
'Why did she suddenly get so agitated? An what is Arminius doing taking her food, I thought Jude was guarding? I trust him about as far as I can throw him, especially after Aurora...'
 
A blonde man raised a hand, stopping the woman from speaking.
 
'That was never proven.'
 
Samantha paused the tape and turned to face the room.
 
'Never proven but we all had our suspicions. And this? Same behaviour, same reactions, and ultimately the same end. I think our friend Arminius needs some supervision. I'll arrange a tap on Dominic's office and home. He's the weak link here. But we need to be quick. We were too slow with Aurora and the trail went dead. It's not going to happen this time.'
 
She turned back to screen as she fast forwarded it a little, then pressed play.
No-one spoke as they watched tape unfold its mysteries.
 
They watched as Discord took her belt off.
They watched as she attached it round her neck.
And they watched as she kicked the chair away.
 
The sadness in the room was palpable as they continued to view the scenes before them.
Minutes dragged by as all eyes focused on Jude holding onto Discord's limp body.
The screen went red as Jude hit the alarm button, and then climbed the bars trying to hold Discord's body up.
And the sadness deepened when they watched Elle blast the door to the cell open.
 
Even Samantha's usually emotionless face tensed as she watched Elle holding Discord's body to her.
She closed her eyes, she had seen the next part and didn't want to view it again.
 
'Do we need to watch this?'
 
The blonde man spoke, his voice breaking.
 
Samantha's answer was one word.
 
'Yes.'
 
The others looked on as Elle flamed the cells and fell to the floor, weeping.
Lucy picked Elle up, Bee took Discord away and only then did Samantha stop the tape.
She slowly took it out of the player and put it back in her bag.
Then she turned to face the room.
With a moments pause to compose herself, she spoke.
 
'Remember what you've seen here. Discord died because we were lax. I am not going to let her death go the way Aurora's did. You have my authorisation to use any means necessary to get the information we need. Any means. Use the normal channels to contact me. Dismissed.'
 
Samantha sat in the high-backed leather chair as everyone left in silence.
 
And when the last person had gone, she lay her head on the table and closed her eyes.
A single tear left her eyes as she played back the images in her head once more.
Suddenly she raised her head, took a deep breath, wiped the trail of wetness off her face and got up.
 
Then Samantha left the room and made her way back to reception.
 
Kreousa was waiting by her desk as she got out of the lift.
 
'Sam. I need to arrange cover for my classes.'
 
Samantha sat down, and put her glasses on, and became what was expected.
 
'Why do you want to cover your glasses? Better if you can see out of them.'
 
Kreousa sighed, and rolled her eyes.
 
'Classes, Sam. The classes I teach. I need cover. Can you sort that out, please?'
 
Sam nodded, like a child offered an ice-cream.
 
'I'm dialling Marc up now. He's qualified. Don't worry, it's done.'
 
She picked the phone up and deliberately knocked over a pile of paper, sending it to the floor.
 
Again, with a sigh, Kreousa rolled her eyes.
 
'Sam... leave it. You call Marc.'
 
She picked the papers up and put them back onto Sam's desk.
Then with a shake of her head she left.
 
When Kreousa was far enough away, Sam smiled and spoke in a whisper.
 
 
 
'If only you all knew.'