[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] Justice Memorial; Room 2319
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	"Keen insight there Tank, glad you're here. I might have missed that," Roy said with a bit of a smirk on his lips as he rubbed his chin and elbowed the man lightly in the ribs to mess with him. Wallace just lay there, flopping around and breaking out into a cold sweat. Roy had to agree, the man did indeed look like a fish. 

	"Yeah, well I'm a detective, not a fisherman. You want to filet him that is all you," he said as he stepped over to the bed and picked up the clipboard hanging from the foot of it. He flipped through the papers and then handed them over to Cecily. On them was a listing a tests that had been run but he couldn't make heads or tails of it. 

	"And I am also not a forensic expert, can you make heads or tails of this?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. The results would look similar enough to the print outs down at the coroners office about drugs tests and such she would be able to make out that the man hadn't had a drop to drink, at least not enough to have caused him to be drunk enough to stumble the way he did and be out of his system by the time the hospital got a hold of him. 

	Stepping over to Wallace Roy cocked his head to the side and got closer to the man, waving Tank over to time. "That look familiar to you?" he asked as he pointed to a textured indentation on the side of the mans head that had bruised that way. It looked similar to a textured pistol grip, something both of them had run into plenty of times over their years as detectives. 

	Wallaces eyes slowly opened and looked at Cecily, muttering the same word over and over but it was nearly impossible to make out. "Prooooosssssr'neeee" was about all that was able to be made out. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Alicia dusted her hands off as [url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RefReFz13rY/hqdefault.jpg]the drunk[/url] was tossed out of the front of the building. He wasn't beaten up too badly, nothing that would leave much of a mark. He had just been man, or in this case woman, handled rather abruptly. [color=82ca9d]"Get him off the property, if he gets back on... Shoot him or I will shot you,"[/color] she warned the two other guards that were standing with her, the ones that should have handled everything before she had to get her hands dirty. Not that she minded but right then she had one job to do and didn't need interruptions. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Missed a bit of action Cookie but all is settled now. Let me know when you are done,"[/color] Alicia radioed over to Lorna, wherever she was in the building before rolling her neck and letting it pop a few times. She needed to get back to work but stopped before she was able to finish her full about face to head back inside. She heard an all too familiar sound and took the radio directly back off her hip. [color=82ca9d]"Front gate, let the Mexican in."[/color]

	"Ma'am?" she heard back. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Did I stutter? Let the man in, he's my boss,"[/color] she explained and then turned on heel and went back inside. She wondered what her father was doing there but as far as she knew he was just bored and coming over to stick his nose into her work business. Granted it was his as well since he did own the company but that didn't mean she needed him up there right then. No reason for her to stay out there and wait on him. She could get back to work and the other security folks could show him into the main security room for her.