[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Noelle Morgan's Home -> The Library[/center][hr]

As he moved outside, Jeremy took a glance back to the door, catching one more glimpse of Noelle before it closed. He sighed in something of a frustrated manner, visiting her had turned out to be more of a dead end than he'd hoped, but at the very least he hadn't walked away empty-handed. He took out his journal again, checking the drawing and picture once more. What irritated him more than anything was that he had little clue of where to go from there, he didn't have any real clue of where to go, these clues had to be something, but at the moment he could think of nothing.

He closed his journal and tucked it away again, sighing as he turned toward his bike and moved over to it. Climbing on to his bike, he started it up and pulled away onto the road, making his way toward the library. Jeremy hated having to go to the library, it usually meant he was stumped, in fact it always meant that he was stumped. Surely he'd manage to find something, somewhere, though he figured it would be a long night, a difficult night of research. Hopefully there was somewhere he could get some decent coffee near the library.

The drive there didn't take too long, the city was quiet and the library wasn't too particularly far. Jeremy hadn't been in Justice long, but he knew very well how the city was. He knew not to stick around when it was quiet, this city would eat you alive if it got the chance, it was just as dangerous as any tomb or ancient city he'd ever been through. Moving inside, he found a quiet enough corner and set about searching for anything of use, anything that could give him any clue into what he may have already known, or about the clues he'd picked up at Noelle's. For the images of boxes, he searched through mythos and history, he figured it had something to do with what Gerard was looking for - and he searched through family records he could get his hands on, any more members of this growing family would help, he was certain of it.

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[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] The U.N.[/center][hr]

Lucas kept a smug grin on his face as he watched the security guard, turning his gaze toward Risa as she made the effort to explain him, winking over at her as she glanced in his direction. Sighing as the guard insisted he stay in the lobby, he shrugged, nodding to the guard and watching Risa as she came over. [b][color=686F91]"I'll try not to run off with any pretty secretaries."[/color][/b] He promised with a smirk, kissing her cheek gently and watching as she moved off.

Lucas settled down in a corner of the lobby, glancing to his phone from time to time but mostly just letting his eyes drift about the lobby, watching those who came and went, the security guards, he was letting his curiosity wander. He laid eyes on her again as she returned and chuckled, leaning up to kiss her back as he glanced down to the bottle of water and the snack she'd left him. [b][color=686F91]"You're too kind, really, but i'd have preferred champagne."[/color][/b] He smirked, holding back any complaints at having to wait, he'd save them until they were in the car, then he could really annoy her with them.

As she moved off again, he settled where he was, opening the bottle and taking a drink as he continued to watch people, eyes drifting from everyone, he wondered who each was, what they were doing, how their day was laid out before them. That's when the building shook violently, and a thunderous noise filled the room. The explosion may have taken place in the parking garage below them, but the lobby hadn't faired well, dust filled the room, and smoke began to billow up from the stairs leading down to the garage, along with flame which covered the area around the door, some tiling fell off the walls and screams resonated. He shifted off the chair and onto the floor, thrown by the sudden force of the explosion. As he stood, he looked around in surprise and confusion, a little stunned by the explosion.