[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/65752906/large.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Coroners Office -> Car Headed Towards Justice Memorial
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	"You green blooded hobgoblins, always expecting the worse. Not [i]everyone[/i] dies in Justice," he said shaking his head a bit. Thinking back he could have put it a little bit better but it couldn't be changed at this point and the looks on their faces was priceless. No harm, no foul in his book and looking over towards them, he smirked a bit. If they got that worried over that old geezer he couldn't wait until April Fools day. He would have some fun then. Granted, that was if he remembered. 

	Nodding towards Cecily, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and then cocked a brow as Tank seemed to be caught up with something. Crossing his arms over his chest, he was skeptical over what the man was up to and in the end it turned out that he was right to be that way. Setting them up like that right after he had accidentally worried them was a bit too on the nose. 

	"You pick up the pizza, meet us at Justice Memorial. Wallace is in room 2319," he said before holding his elbow out for Cecily. "Come on, let's get out of this place. Smells like embalming fluid," he quipped before heading out of the door and over to his car. Opening the door for Cecily and waiting for her to climb in before he walked around the vehicle and got into the driver seat. 

	Pulling out his sunglasses he put the shades on and started the car up. "So, let's go over what we know. Peyton and Danica were sisters. Both are being classified as suicides. The guns that were used in both seem to be the same, if not the same but now both are missing and we have no clue where they are. And Wallace, the old bat is in the hospital. What else?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road towards Justice Memorial Hospital. 

	Gregory knew there was more going on but he wasn't sure what to tell who. There were so many leaks in the department it wasn't even funny. He was glad he didn't have an official partner to deal with because for all he knew any partner would let shit leak to the press and who knows who else. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	As Lorna headed off to check the building Alicia stepped into the security office and glanced around. The place was a mess and she let out a frustrated huff. This was not how she wanted to stat her day. She questioned the man sitting at one of the monitors why the place looked like it had been tossed by the local P.D., only to be informed that one of the supervisors had pitched one hell of a fit when he was laid off yesterday and trashed the place; and also that they had been cleaning all night to get things straightened up and it didn't look near as bad as it had before. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Hijo de puta,"[/color] Alicia grumbled as she tossed her bag onto the counter and opened it to pull out her work lap top. Starting the thing up and getting to work on the upgraded systems and coding that would be needed to better serve the establishment. She couldn't believe the set up they had there. Their idea of high end security against a cyber hack was a free copy of Malwarebytes. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Fucking amateurs,"[/color] she hissed from behind her clenched teeth as her fingers moved over the keyboard. The sound of rather frustrated clacking echoing through the room and the man that was monitoring the screens glancing over to her from time to time. He kept trying to speak to her but she would either ignore him, shoot him an eat shit and die look, or tell him to shove a taco in his mouth and shut the fuck up. She was trying to work right then and the last thing she needed was some bored security guard trying to make the time go faster. 

	Feeling her phone go off on in her pocket she pulled it out and answered it without looking at the caller ID. [color=82ca9d]"WHAT!"[/color] Then her eyes widened as she pushed back from her chair as she stood up and walked across the room, looking out the window as she cleared her throat. [color=82ca9d]"No. I am sorry about that Ma'am. Yes. Seriously? Wow, okay. Yes. Do you want me to now? No, okay. Yes. I can take care of that security matter for you. Of course. Thank you. Goodbye,"[/color] she said, her words spaced out a bit before she ended the call and she tapped the edge of her phone against her chin a bit before slipping it back into her pocket. 

	Ruffling her hair at the crown of her hair a bit she stepped back towards the computer when suddenly she heard screaming, yelling, and things breaking out in the front lobby. "Miss. Gonzalez, we have a problem in the front," the man at the monitors stated. Stepping over quickly, Alicia looked at the screen and rolled her eyes. A middle aged man with a pot belly was standing in the lobby. One hand held a half empty fifth of whiskey, his shirt was buttons so off one end hung below his belly, the other on top of it. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Same guy from last night?"[/color] she asked as she righted herself and rolled her shoulders back, cracking her knuckles as she did. 

	"Yes..."