[hr][hr][center][h1][color=b00000]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1]
[img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/186a05826e3a9690aa52d5edbc868566/tumblr_na2mhxLho41r1guvio1_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Russian Part of Town: Cafe >> Boston Heights: Her and Lyle's Apartment >> Fleeing from the scene
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	After Lyle hadn't shown up at home after the events of the block party, Lana had apologised to the officer she had kept waiting and showed them out of the flat, promising to call if she heard from Lyle and inform him that the police wanted to question him. She had been slightly worried but then started to wonder if he was perhaps responsible. He'd clammed up as soon as they'd headed down to the block party yesterday and then had disappeared off by himself. Lana was glad for the vast amount of security that she had not only on the flat itself, but in her own room. Her sleep had been broken last night and she had decided that instead of staying in the flat alone, waiting for Lyle to show up, she would head out for some breakfast and coffee from somewhere.

	She'd headed straight for the Russian sector of Justice and found a nice little cafe that would suit her needs. She found a quiet little table away from the main bustle of the kitchen and front counter and set herself up with her surface, searching for leads on work and keeping up to date with the news on the happenings from last night at Boston Heights. She sipped her steaming cup of coffee and set it down gently while continuing to type away on her computer. Her phone began to buzz, shifting itself on the flat surface of the cafe table and she raised a brow. No one usually called her, perhaps it was Lyle? She frowned and picked up her phone, looking at the display. Unknown Number. Not unusual for Lana to get those, maybe it was work from some underground contacts.

	Lifting the phone to her ear she listened to the peculiar voice from beyond. No introduction wasn't unusual, weird voice also wasn't unusual, not being able to place the voice as male or female? Rather peculiar but not entirely uncommon. The content of the call however, made her eyes widen in surprise. A file of Lyle's? What had he done now... The call ended before she could say anything. Was that Lyle? What was he hiding now? She'd have to find out. Gathering her items together quickly, Lana packed her bag up and gave a sorrowful look towards her half drank mug of coffee before standing up from her seat. That's when the screen changed in the cafe and the news began to roll out.

	Lana held her hand up to her mouth and stared at the screen as it announced Lyle's death. What had he been tied up in? Gathering herself quickly, Lana departed from the cafe and made her way out onto her motorcycle. She sped through the streets, without drawing too much attention of course, and made it back to Boston Heights. She parked up and made a b-line straight for her flat, trying not to run too quickly as she did. She made it to the flat and opened up the door, locking it up tightly behind her and made her way directly to Lyle's room.

	It was an absolute clusterfuck of files and folders... This was going to take some time. At least it wouldn't be obvious that anyone had been going through the files considering the absolute mess of them. She wondered why a lawyer didn't have a better filing system and groaned inwardly about Lyle and his nonsense. Had anyone heard or seen her then it would seem like she was cold hearted, and in a sense, she was. She just didn't grow attached to people because she knew it always led to heartache and pain, so it really wasn't worth the effort. After about an hour of searching, Lana found the file and she pumped her fist in success. Did she want to know what was inside this? Her curiousity was winning out but she had been asked to get rid of it.

	She took a good ten minutes before she decided to open the file and look at what was inside.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/h1]
[img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/1306c80fd10cfbd6191919b075eeb92c/tumblr_n0t4nzh8CP1rhih57o1_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights: Apartment 2D[/center][hr]
	Lorna had been out from early in the morning; doing her usual running route. She hadn't asked Alicia to come with her this time because she needed some time to herself. She enjoyed the pounding of her blood in her ears, her feet slapping on the asphalt and the wind cooling the slick sweat on her skin as she ran. It always helped to focus her and she was half tempted to do some free running but figured that, after what had happened to Danica, it would be best to keep in sight of people. After her run she had headed back and slipped into the shower and then made her way back to her bedroom to do her routine of sit ups, push ups, lunges, pull ups, weight lifting, the works.

	She heard Alicia getting back from her workout and listened to the pipes running with water as she finished up her workout regime. That's when she started chasing her from the kitchen and Lorna couldn't help but smirk. That woman always knew how wrapped up Lorna got in her regimen. [color=olive]"Yeah, yeah. Just five more reps!"[/color] She completed her circuit and stretched herself out, cooling down her muscles. She got dressed and made her way out from her bedroom, seeing Alicia with her leftovers and coffee. Lorna wrinkled her nose and gagged at the smell of the coffee. [color=olive]"Don't get why ya even drink that shit."[/color] She grabbed a couple protein bars out of the box sitting on the counter by the toaster and began to chow down.

	Leaning against the counter, Lorna turned to watch Alicia and raised a brow. [color=olive]"Today is goin' t'be fun."[/color] She grinned through them mouthful of oats, grains and raisins as she looked over at Alicia. She was looking forward to throwing some assholes onto their backs when they tried to get smart when Machete Security took over their old gig. It was always the same. [color=olive]"So what number are ya backin' today? How many ya reckon we are goin' need t'floor 'fore they listen t'reason?"[/color]
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