[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Library[/center][hr]

Jeremy's research was thorough, and as the pile of books, articles and folders grew about him, he was taken back to his years at university, studying under Gerard himself. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend long and tiring nights like this, buried in books and articles in search of some sort of clue toward a treasure or find to be unearthed. Some of his teachers had always been against Jeremy's treasure-oriented goals when it came to his study of archaeology, but Gerard had always encouraged it. He figured it was only fitting that he was stuck in a similar fashion trying to find the bastard.

The article he'd found was interesting, but he didn't see the relevance until he'd noted the object buried with the sisters. Glancing back to his journal, he confirmed that it did look quite a bit like the object from Gerard's notes. He went back through the article to confirm where the location was, before he shifted his focus to where the sisters had been found, and any information he could get on the find itself. If he had a location, he figured it might be an even better place to pick up the trail.

Admittedly, part of Jeremy was already yearning to leave Justice. It was not entirely Justice itself's fault, although it was in itself a less-than-ideal city compared to somewhere like San Francisco or the like, but Jeremy was yearning for something more open, more wild, more, well, ancient. Part of him however was sure he'd be stuck there for a while, that something or someone would end up keeping Jeremy in Justice a while longer, his luck usually worked out like that.


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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]

Regaining his wits as he looked about, Lucas watched as some of the more diligent security workers moved about trying to help people with injuries while some of the more selfish in the lobby ran screaming for the exit. He heard the sirens and figured that police, ambulances and fire engines would be there soon enough, the whole works. Lucas didn't care, he wasn't about to wait around outside while Risa was still somewhere in the building, especially if there was the vague chance someone in the building might be looking to cause some more harm.

He quickly made his way over to the stairwell, looking down as he saw most of the first set of stairs in rubble on the floor. He took a moment to examine the damaged stairs, and it wasn't long before he figured his way up. Taking a step or two back, he ran up and pushed himself off the pile of rubble, setting his feet firmly on the wall and pushing himself up further to grab hold of a protruding bit of concrete which had remained in its place when the stairs collapsed. It crumbled a little under his grip, but held firm long enough for him to pull himself up and onto his feet, letting out a sigh as he looked to the stairs, continuing upward.

He continued to sprint upward, and while a gut feeling told him he'd feel safer with his gun in his hands, he kept it concealed for the time being - he figured at that point, unless he had some reason to have it out, he'd just cause more panic if he was seen with it. He kept climbing the stairs, having to leap and jump over a few gaps on some of the more damaged sections but as he got higher it mostly began to  clear, the explosion had only been in the parking garage after all, despite how strong it was. [b][color=686F91]"Risa!?"[/color][/b] He called for her as he climbed, he didn't know what floor she was on but he figured he'd either pass her, or she'd hear him calling.