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

Jeremy let out a sigh as he looked through everything he could fine, the Roman mentions as opposed to Greek ones helped more than one would usually think, the distinction was often overlooked between the two civilizations. He jotted down the details of Peyton's obituary in his journal, and saved the image, taking note of the object in Danica's hand. Once he'd saved the image, he called it quits for the night, leaving someone with the horrible job of having to clean up after him as his books and articles piled up all over the table he'd settled down at.

Making his way out of the library, he let in a deep breath of fresh air, a satisfied smirk splitting his lips as he moved back to his bike. Jeremy had found out his next step, along with plenty more, it had been one hell of a productive day so far, and he hoped that productivity would continue. Climbing on his bike, he started it up and began to take off home, it wasn't a long drive, but a fair few police cars sped past him with the sirens on as he drove, along with ambulances and fire engines. He made a mental note to figure out what the hell had happened, but he didn't really have any intention to follow them.

It didn't take him long to get back to the heights. Bringing his bike up, he let out a sigh as he hopped off, glancing over to the building he knew Danica's apartment was in. Spotting the guard outside on the steps however, he stopped. [color=68979B][b]"Ah, fuck."[/b][/color] He muttered to himself irritably, realizing that there was likely to be another guard upstairs, the apartment was no doubt locked down, he wouldn't be getting in without speaking to Gregory again first. Asking to get into the victim's apartment, that wouldn't sound incriminating. Letting out a sigh, he moved instead to his own building, heading inside and up to his apartment, he moved inside and settled down, deciding to dedicate some more time to research while he waited, he had a feeling Gregory would show up again before too long.

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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]

[b][color=686F91]"Risa!"[/color][/b] hearing her voice in reply to him urged Lucas up the steps much faster, deep down he was beginning to immensely loathe how high the building actually was, his calves burning as he continued up the steps. It didn't take too long before he reached her, immediately wrapping his arms around her in an embrace of relief as he held her for a few long moments, letting out a sigh as he stepped back. [b][color=686F91]"Are you hurt, is it bad?"[/color][/b] He reached up, setting his hand on her cheek as he looked over the gash on her head. Concern was etched onto his features, but he realised that now was neither the time nor place for concern, they could worry about each other when they were away from the building. 

[b][color=686F91]"Come on, I think you can get the rest of the day off work."[/color][/b] He took her hand firmly, and began to continue back down the flights of stairs down the building. He kept up a reasonable pace, while the worst of the damage seemed to have been done, he certainly didn't trust anything at all that was going on right at that moment, he wanted to be out of the building as quickly and as safely as was possible. As they reached that missing, final set of stairs, Lucas peered down it, he could hop down, it wasn't that far, but he wasn't about to let go of Risa for a moment.

Not bothering to say anything, he reached over and rather suddenly swept her off her feet in a bridal carry. Not exactly a romantic gesture given the situation, but the intent was loving enough. He gave her something of a reassuring smile as he carefully hopped down off the stairs, landing firmly on the ground below as he set her onto her feet again, grasping her hand once more as he made his way into the lobby with her, rushing for the exit to get them outside. Things had turned to shit at the U.N. real fast, but at that moment he wasn't remotely concerned with what had happened, Risa was the only thing he gave even the slightest shit about right then.