[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxdtnpHngQ1qf426so1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Sewers of Justice[/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded. Caesar seemed to be slipping slightly, the hardened exterior falling off ever so slightly. She hadn't known him all too long, but he had softened. The bloodlust had vanished, leaving behind the grieving and broken man. Cecily wasn't certain how to comfort him, and instead, she glanced over the map of Justice. The map indicated Boston Heights, but she didn't recall any doctors there. It took her a moment, but she managed to locate the path to the morgue. Natasha would help--hopefully. 

[color=00ccff]"Morgue looks like the closest,"[/color] Cecily agreed. The thought of the bike being discovered did unnerve her, but she doubted they wouldn't be able to ID them by then. Whatever Queensguard was going, it wasn't pretty. They might already recognize her--and Caesar's scars made it hard for him to blend in. Her pessimistic attitude told her their death warrants had already been signed--but they still would need to recover the bike. Even if it only bought them a little more time. [color=00ccff]"Maybe Roy could go take care of it?"[/color] Cecily asked. 

She kept pressure on her wound as best as she could, carefully making her way through the sewers. She couldn't help but be glad Caesar was keeping watch--she wasn't the best when it came to a fight. Her eyes trailed the winding passages, noticing the decrepit nature of some. A few even looked recently demolished, and she couldn't help but wonder if Alicia had been responsible for this as well. 

Fortunately, the morgue seemed to be the fastest place they could get to. She would've gone to the hospital, if she wasn't almost positive they wouldn't hesitate to kill the new coroner. They had already proven themselves to be without remorse, after what they did to Wallace....And then a thought struck Cecily. Wallace had said Proserpine's name.

How the hell did Wallace know Proserpine's name?
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dc0c085c14a954810f05858115ada690/tumblr_mhfzxa17I41s4v93wo1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr][i]Le massacre de la Saint-Valentin (Saint Valentine's Day massacre) est le nom donné à l'assassinat de sept personnes qui s'est produit le 14 février 1929 entre ...[/i]

Iris frowned, tugging on her hair. She favored French to English, having set up her computer in the language. There had been no reply back from the Seattle halfway house--but that was to be expected. She had only emailed them minutes ago. As she searched for the name, most of the results dealt with almost a century old killer. And from what Iris had learned about the tragedies at Grimm, that didn't match Cynthia. She had adopted the persona of the Grimm serial killer--so why a murderer from 1929? 

[i]À Chicago, le 14 février 1929, vers 22 heures, dans un garage désaffecté situé au numéro 2022 de Clark Street, sept membres du gang de George...[/i]

Biting down on her lip, Iris continued to dig deeper. The search results continued to echo the same story. Iris glanced over at her phone, considering asking her brother for help--but she didn't dare to bother him. He was busy with his own affairs. She started to refine her search, searching by the decade, and only receiving articles on the same event written by historians. But once she hit the 90's, something new popped up. 

[color=99ccff]"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"[/color] Iris muttered under her breath, clicking on the website. It was in English, detailing a similar massacre that occurred in Chili. The author claimed it was a government cover-up, a conspiracy and a revenge killing. Biting her lip, Iris' eyes fell on Cynthia's file. It was unlikely, but it was plausible...Cynthia, from what Iris could tell, absorbed the mentalities of killers she encountered. 

And this was the most modern Valentine she could find. She doubted it was the same one, but perhaps this person could give her a hint. She quickly sent an email to the site owner, a man named Relic, asking to meet in regards to the Valentine's Day Massacre.