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Felix Hausten


Location: the Roller Derby


What an atmosphere. He thought to himself as he made his way to a nice seat up near the rockstar he recognised. How interesting that the artist, one that he knew lived in Boston Heights, was also here. How interesting...how coincidental. But maybe his being here was also a coincidence. Far too many coincidences. As a writer this all felt too, set up. He'd have to make some edits at the final draft. As he sat there, awaiting the game to reach the pique he opened up his notebook.

He looked to the performance, hardly finding any of it, interesting whatsoever. With the lack of anything to do, this is where he found himself. He himself was certain his intelligence was just, going downwards, but of course none of that intelligence even existed to begin with. He sighed but then, it happened. Darkness.

He cursed under his breath and shoved the notebook into his bag as he made his way sprinting in the darkness, hearing gun shots. As soon as the first shot was heard he shouted "THIS IS BAD" and ducked to the wall before light returned, pushing people out of the way, making his way to the exit.
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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017



Breathe, just please breathe with me. What conclusions I have drawn of Justice have been confirmed. Words of the innocent fall into the shadows and my pride is broken. Send me a sign, a light to break through the darkness. Heal the broken for there are many, we need Salvation; we yearn for peace. Each day that ticked by seemed to draw by slowly and the days have grown darker and darker. The light of the stars are fading away with each heart that stops beating. What have we done to deserve this? Each night we are dining in hell. Hungry for Justice that never seems to come and yet nothing of which to sate that growing starvation.

Seven... Seven there were that are now silenced. Seven, the number that is said to be the perfect number, a number that is said to denote completion. But is that really true? Could these be the last seven to shuffle away the mortal coil? It took God six days to create the earth and on the seventh he rested. There are seven deadly sins... Were these victims of those seven? There are seven heavenly virtues; where these seven so pure that they were removed by the hand of god to be free from the Hell on Earth that is Justice? Seven days in a week, seven colors of the rainbow, seven heavens, seven wonders of the world, the seventh son of the seventh son, a seven year itch, 007.... Seven, it is always seven. And so seven now is forever embedded in our souls.... The Lost Seven...



How do we begin? Where do we start to tell of what has happened? I guess we do only what we can do. We start at the beginning and at the end... we stop. And so we shall begin. Twenty-three characters were up and placed before Lady Luck, twenty-souls up for her judgement. And so we shall take each soul, one by one, and explain their fate... Some lasted until nearly the end, some were gone quickly, some escaped without physical harm but no matter who you are, you will feel the toll and it will weigh heavily on you...

J.D. Mason - The girl who started everything with a single investigation of her lost lover. It was a rough week for her. Everything seemed well and good until the end of the week drew near. Then she became stalked, followed and she nearly fell to the same fate as Danica. Yet somehow she survived. What happened, no one knows exactly but currently she can be found in the Mental Ward of Justice Memorial under 72 hour observation. Is she mad? I don't believe so but they say she tried to kill herself with an over dose. She claims otherwise. She was placed under observation on Saturday.

Alicia Gonzalez & Lorna Dunn - Two peas in a proverbial pod. Alicia returned home early on Monday morning looking rather ragged. She had not messaged since the text she sent to her father after the Rollar Derby. Quietly she cleaned herself up before sitting down and having a talk with Lorna. She knew she needed to explain things, that there were going to be questions. What could she tell Lorna? What still needed to be kept close to the vest? It was obvious that Alicia was having trouble speaking about it. She spoke in babble, more to herself than anyone else. She was shaken up and obviously didn't want to be in the apartment. Perhaps it was time for some fresh air? And so the two left for a more private area. What happened after they left? No one knows exactly. Both their bodies were found washed up on shore on Tuesday near the airport. Their bodies have yet to be released from the morgue. Case file 7354-DW-592

Jezebel Wintergerald - Her week went much like she had planned. She kept dealing, she tried to keep going. On Tuesday a deal went down horribly, a run in with the same deviants that attacked Relic the week before. She did not escape unscathed and spent the evening in the Emergency room of Justice Memorial getting two ribs set and various smaller injuries tended to. She has since moved out of Boston Heights; rather quickly she cleaned out her apartment. She is still in Justice but no one knows where.

Svetlana Volkov - The poor girl had a rough time. She was arrested as a person of interest with Lyle's murder. The cops did not take kindly to her and before she was released after her 48 hour hold she was beaten badly. The bruises shown through any make up meant to hide them as she attended her roommates funeral on Tuesday. Since then she had laid low and out of the light, trying to get a grip on things and heal. The compound fracture of her right forearm is cast up and will remain for at least the next 6 weeks. The doctors hope there are not complications otherwise she will be back at Justice Memorial for surgery to place steel pins into the bones.

Riley Ridgeway - Sunday was not a day of rest for Riley. After Ronni managed to get her to safety after the Rollar Derby he stayed with her for the evening, on the couch! He didn't want to leave her without protection and was afraid if he left her with his gun she would end up shooting herself in the foot. He left Sunday to take care of a few things and while he was gone and Riley was headed to the studio to record some there was a massive pile up on the interstate. Her car was totaled and she ended up with injuries. Three days in the hospital before she was released. She is healing, luckily nothing was broken. Just bruises and some stitches on her side where some of the cars metal cut through the skin. The stitches will be removed within the next fourteen days.

Jeremy Bennet - During his research he was able to find a name for the objects. While they did not look exactly like what the professor had drawn, it was close and the professor was never known for his skills in the arts. Their name? Lunillud Aleae. But things then took a turn... Jeremy, you poor dear. While trying to break into Danica's apartment he was mistaken for a burglar by the police Sunday night. With everything that had been happening he was shot by them. Rushed to the hospital he went into surgery, his heart filling with blood from the chest wound. Dr. Chang was no where to be found, still with Secretary of Defense at the time. She arrived all too late as they pulled the sheet over his head. He passed away at 4:23 A.M. Monday Morning. Case file 3634-ST-263

Roy Gregory - A tough week for the detective to say the least. After rushing out of the hospital with Risa and Lucas he takes them to a safe house; location unknown and tells Lucas to hunker down with Risa there. The place is stocked with food, changings for Risa's dressings, a burner phone, and weapons. He tells Lucas not to leave and that he will be back by the end of the week. He puts Cecily up at his apartment and keeps working the case with her, more and more files coming in. Apparently this got the attention of some and while out grabbing him and Cecily some food he is shot. It is only a muscle wound, one he refuses to go to the hospital over. He explains to Cecily as he pulls the bullet out that he covered up Peytons murder. He hasn't said why but he know that Danica's and Peyton's death have to be connected by more than just their parental blood. The bullet wound is minor considering all things but on the next day he attacked again. He manages to call Cecily; telling her to find Caesar and stay close to him for protection until he can contact her again. He makes it to the safe house where Lucas and Risa are on Friday morning looking rough.

Relic - He sits Mali down and explains that while he can't prove anything that he knows everything in Justice is connected by some odd reason. The fall out at the Derby is just another one of those things that makes him believe that. He pulls out hacked files on Peyton's death. Gregory's name on them. This is not the file that the police have. DNA was found at the scene and it clearly pointed to Mr. White but now Mr. White is dead. He doesn't believe that he offed himself just out of guilt. He believes there is more to it. He tells Mali he will stay in touch but come Tuesday he isn't returning calls. The warehouse, if revisited, is empty now. He sent her home, promising that it was clean but to still be careful. On one of the news broadcasts about Alicia's and Lorna's death he can be seen standing with the crowd of onlookers. He looks like had been beaten yet again.

Stephanie Gretchen - The Russian lady seems to be getting into more and more trouble. It is shown by the news that on Tuesday her office building was broken into while she was working late that evening and she was assaulted. She was rushed to Justice Memorial, but over the days developed an infection and died of blood poisoning on Thursday. Her buildings are now locked up tight and before the woman is even in the ground a new face is making itself known around Boston Heights and all the other leases that were once under Stephanie's hold; Valerie Pye - the owner and live in resident of the Justice Diamond Hotel. Case file 7353-JQ-889

Risa Couri - Once she is settled, things seem to be going alright but over the course from Tuesday to Thursday it seems like she is barely holding on by a thread. There is no fever and her wounds look like that are healing but her breath is shallow. If there is any talk of moving her back to the hospital she refuse to go. She just wants to sleep and she does as much as she possibly can. Come Friday when Roy comes back she looks better but she still is in and out of it. She is finally well enough to thank Roy to getting her out of there and explains to Lucas that when she was young her and her parents had come on vacation to the U.S. Risa ended up being arrested for petty theft but that Roy saw more in her. He was the one that put in the recommendation for Risa to bring her to where Lucas and her met. He was responsible for picking the fill in for the call sign Athena.

Lucas Walsh - Despite everything going on, Lucas physically has no issues over the course of the week. Emotionally though he is most likely a wreck. Risa is healing and is good to go home on Sunday morning from the safe house but Roy has advised against it with everything going on. Saturday Roy disappears for a while, only to bring news back that their roommate was shot to death by the cops. He is looking into it but in the mean while has brought a suit case full of clothing for the two. Risa immediately changes into some of Lucas's boxers and one of his under shirts.

Mali Anson - Before Relic sends Mali home he gives her a clean burner phone to use to contact him. He shows her two symbols - ♂ and ♀ - he tells her that if she sees this emblem on anyone to stay away from them. That they are mixed up in this whole conspiracy. Come Wednesday things seem calm but on the way to the gym Mali is jumped by a gang and despite everything is roughed up rather badly. She isn't able to see who any of her assailants are, a bag going over her head as they grab her but as the bag slowly slips up during the tussle she sees ♂ branded on one of the people's hand before the bag is pulled back down. Mali now as several broken bones in her hand and the bruises are healing. Whether she sought medical attention or not is up to you.

Ally Cranks - It seems the local music scene was hit hard this week, Ally was part of the pile up that Riley was injured in but she did not have the luck that Riley had and died in the crash. The scene says it was Ally's car that started the entire thing when it hit the read end of Riley's car before starting the spin out that caused the pile up. Ally was crush by a semi that T-Boned the scene. Riley was lucky, even though her car was totaled it spun off the side of the road and out of the way of the majority of the pile up. Few walked away. Case file 3533-FW-577

Ronnie - Coming back to Riley's to find she was gone he started searching for her. When he spotted on the news about the pile up he snuck into the hospital and stayed with her. He wasn't going anywhere. He had already lost Danica, he wasn't going to lose another friend. He only ends up leaving for a little while to check on another friend - Tuesday. He hadn't even put two and two together that they were sisters until he is speaking about Riley in the wreck. He assures Tuesday that her sister is alright and he will do everything he can to keep her safe. Ronnie, is still the same pot head as ever but he is now clean of the harder core stuff. Saying he doesn't want to screw his head up anymore than it is, not until what really happened to Danica comes to light.

Proserpine - Nothing can be found on this damn woman. Search and search but nothing is showing up. That is until a story shows up about the pile up. She was part of it but she walked away with minor injuries and her car was barely phased by the incident. Ally's body was never taken to the city morgue. Instead, whoever this woman is, she claimed the body at the hospital and the only name left on the signatures is Jane Doe.

Cecily Ashworth - Cecily as had a busy week. Working with Caesar, working with Roy, Riley's car wreck, the bodies piling up. Case file after case file is piling up and it is becoming overwhelming. While each area has a different police department, all bodies, save one so far, are going through Cecily's office. She has been appointed County Coroner until another one can be voted in. While examining bodies she finds something odd on some of them. Both Alicia and Stephanie had ♀ branded onto their bodies. Stephanie's was just behind her left ear and seemed old and healed. Alicia's though was still new, it was still healing and was behind her right knee. Alicia, Gretchen, and Lorna - all three of them have been beaten horribly. Lorna's and Alicia even more so and the water that is found in their lungs is fresh with hints of a naphtha-kerosene blend in it.

Amy Chang - She is running the hospital after returning. She is at the car pile up scene and then gone again before reappearing at the hospital hours later. The Secretary of Defense shows up on Saturday to speak with her and the two take to Amy's office for roughly three hours before the Secretary leaves again and catches a flight out of the city. Amy comes out of her office licking off a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth before getting back to work.

David Lawson & Lance Clemins - Friday afternoon the news breaks through all stations about a gun fight being had out down at the docks. Helicopters are in the air trying to film the thing. Not many clear images can be seen but what suddenly is caught live on tape is David Lawson holding a gun out and shooting out Lance Clemins knee, causing the man to spill out onto the ground. Lawson looks like he is barely holding on as he drags his feet slowly over to Clemins. He pulls the man up by one hand, placing the gun to his head with the other before blowing Clemins brains out on live tv before they can cut frame. Lawson is later found dead at the scene having bled out. Case file 5461-LX-115

Felix Hausten & Mr. March? - Snooping snoopy Felix. Most of the week goes on well enough. He is able to get some research done and with all the new deaths happening around him the cops are getting a little louder and more open with their speech. He finds out about the two girls from his apartment that were found on the shore by the airport. Something about fresh water in their lungs, not the salt water of the ocean. He also finds out that it is rumored that the power cut on the city was an attempt to kill the Secretary of Defense. There is also rumor that Elizabeth Queensguard has been seen at the Justice Diamond Hotel - the owner of Queensguard Industries, which has their hand in almost everything world wide - including the RnD complex where Alicia and Lorna worked at. On Friday however it seems he has gotten a little too nosey and is rushed that evening after dinner. Beaten until nearly unconscious by a man and warned to keep his nose out of matters that do not concern him

Caesar Gonzalez - Poor Papi, Tuesday morning, in the middle of going over tapes and information with Cecily, he receives a call and told to come to Coroners office. He is forced to identify the bodies of both his daughter Alicia and the woman who might as well been his other daughter Lorna. It is clear by their faces that they were beaten horribly but the marks on their arms and on their hands show they put up a hell of a fight against whoever ended up killing them. He is still there in the coroners office as Jeremy's body is rolled in. Three in the building dead in one day. Whether or not Cecily shares the mark finding on Alicia is up to her. If Caesar is able to focus at all while he waits for the release of the dead's bodies into his custody he will get word from M.S.S. Seattle division that they found the body of an old informat - Kelley Breeden - Kelley had been missing the last 8 months after a slew of murders happened in Seattle. It seems she had been dead for some time, her body burned horribly. They want to know should they turn the body over to the locals or ship it down to Caesar because of the possible connection with Alicia's And Lorna's deaths? Three in M.S.S. down in a year? Two together? It was unheard of.



Case file 7354-DW-592 - Alicia Gonzalez and Lorna Dunn: Case Open - Homicide - Assigned to Detective Johnson

Case file 3634-ST-263 - Jeremy Bennet: Case Closed - Manslaughter - Accidental - No Internal Investigation

Case file 7353-JQ-889 - Stephanie Gretchen: Case Open - Assault - Death from infection - Assigned for some beat cop in the 23rd precinct

Case file 3533-FW-577 - Ally Cranks: Case Closed - Car Wreck

Case file 5461-LX-115 - David Lawson & Lance Clemins: Case Closed - Murder/Manslaughter - Case Reopened by FBI Agent Marc Tinder - Feds have jurisdiction granted by Supreme Court Justice Zatara Lyo



And so the death toll rises... Are we done or is this just the beginning? Only time will tell. It is now Sunday morning, mourning.... The news is covering the deaths but they are fickle creatures. The only thing seeming to stay in the news is what happened at the U.N. - No one has claimed responsibility as of yet but it is being treated as a terrorist attack. Once the majority of the rubble was cleaned out there were fragments of a bomb found. This was no common I.E.D., this was high tech and of top military grade. Evidence is slowly being gathered but it is hard to shuffle out what is what. They are still pulling bodies from the debris and the site is on lock down.

What will happen now? Who knows, the clouds are rolling in and it looks like there is a storm on the horizon as the temperatures rise. The city however is no more on edge than it normally is. People are pretty used to such turmoil now but it isn't hitting them, it is hitting you and your loved ones, your friends, and people who live near you. Can you cope? I know I am having trouble, anyone else need a drink? It is around 11 A.M. in the morning and the city is quiet.

@Morose - Cecily has received a call that the bodies that had been recently brought in over the week are now all completed with the collection of evidence and that they just need her signature so they can be released. Ronnie is resting at home today, he said he would be by this afternoon. He got up a little early and went and grabbed some food for him and Tuesday, knocking at her door as he returns and waiting for her to answer.

@Sigil - I am not even going to try to figure out what Caesar is up to. That is all you. Keystone will have been assigned to take over for Alicia and Lorna at Queensguard RnD, if only on the temporary because I am assuming that Caesar is in no frame of mind for such work other than to use the place to snoop around if he can. Caesar and Keystone though both have a meeting with Elizabeth shortly at the complex to discuss some matters. She is awaiting in the conference room for the two of them.

@Dragoknighte - Relic is calling, finally. He is calling to check in and see if Mali is alright. He said he heard about the fight but there is nothing on the news about it. He asks if she will be willing to meet up with him again, the location choice is hers this time because he has had to go underground. He tells her to text him the location and time on her burner phone when she is ready and he will meet her there.

@Charnobylisk - Lana is slowly healing and looking less and less like she went ten rounds with Ali. Laying low is paying off though, she isn't being bothered. She has had an interesting call though, the Supreme Court Justice that has reopened Lawson's and Clemin's deaths for Marc Tinder is trying to get her to meet up with her. She says she has something to discuss with her concerning her former roommates will. It seems that she was left something in the will. Says she will be at the cafe outside of the Justice Court House at 3p.m.

@Scallop - Felix is another that is healing. A package is delivered at his door this morning, there is no return address but he must sign for it. Within the box is a little trinket - a ten sided object that looks similar to one Felix can see in some of the research he completed - the image of Peyton and Danica at the dig site.

@Nallore - Riley will be feeling better today - so how did that date go? lol - Her skin itches under the cast but it is nothing a coat hanger hand get to. Her producer has called off her recording for the next three weeks so she can get some rest and is suggesting that Riley get a personal body guard if she insists on remaining in Justice.

@Pundii - Risa has been resting most of this time and is just now starting to wake up. She is still obviously in pain but she is tired of being in bed. Pulling out the IV's she tosses them to the side before putting her feet on the ground. The safe house is quiet but Roy is making something to eat right now for everyone. He still looks pretty banged up but he is healing. Risa tries to walk but her knees buckle under her before she regains herself and starts shuffling around the place. Leaning over she kisses Lucas' softly before wandering off to the bathroom - mumbling something about needing a shower. Roy just nods at her words before looking over towards Lucas. "Eggs and coffee work for you? Fucking things were going to be over easy but we ended up with scrambled."
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"Oh hey, I was wondering if you were going to call me. I was almost worried you died. If you want to meet up, come by Best Chinese. I'll be waiting there." Mali hung up from the phone and looked over it a few times. It was supposed to be clean when she got it, but at what point did a phone stop being clean? Whatever, the call was already made. No use worrying about hypotheticals now. Mali shoved the phone into her pocket and removed her feet from their elevated position on the chair across from her.

Well since she was going out she'd need to be wearing more than a cast and underwear, so she slipped on some clothes (just a shirt and some sweatpants). She gave the time a quick check. 11:12 AM. Even if Relic had a car, his method of driving meant that she'd have plenty of time to get to the restaurant, assuming she could go on her way unmolested. Which, if she was being fair to Justice, given the past 3 days had been the case more or less. Yeah, she hadn't been going out so much since Wednesday, but still. 3 days was the longest stretch of nothing bad happening to her in the last 10 days, and she wasn't counting on that lasting too much longer. As Mali stepped out the door, she wondered what she'd pick up at the restaurant.
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Cecily Ashworth

Location: The Coroner's Office ---> the Morgue


Cecily felt more than a little strange, sitting in Wallace's office. Her laptop in front of her, she continued typing away, frowning and stopping every few moments to change a sentence. The wording of this would have to be careful, especially given the fact that her parents would be quick to scold her if her moment of fame ruined their careers. They profited off of ineffective forensics departments, of incompetent police work, and easily persuaded witnesses. The moment her parents had seen the news that their daughter had been appointed County Coroner, they were furious. She sighed a bit, remembering that call. It had been the usual complaints, culminating in a wish that she had been more like her brother.
I apologize for any inconvenience my resignation may...

Cecily shook her head a bit, backspacing over the words. She already hated the sound of the sentence, just as much as she hated the situation she ended up in. Improvisation wasn't something she exceeded at. And now, now they had her in charge of the entire show, when she didn't know the first thing about opening up a human corpse. Pulling at her hair, Cecily deleted the draft of the email. She'd finish it later. She could only procrastinate signing the release papers for the bodies so long.

She bit her lip, her mind flashing back to the events of the week. Riley's car crash. The deaths of four residents of the Boston Heights. Roy getting shot. Roy telling her that he covered up Peyton's murder. The mysterious brands they found on Alicia and Gretchen, and the odd compounds detected in Alicia and Lorna's lungs.

"I can't do this by myself," Cecily whispered, rising from the chair. She knew that she should probably dress better than she did, in case the press came, but she could hardly care. She wore her favorite t-shirt -- an Iron Man comic strip -- and a comfy sweater, all for comfort. Her pistol was concealed as well, just in case someone tried to kill her again. Leaving the office, her fingers briefly ran over where the bullet had collided into the frame of the door just a week prior, and she sought on some of her now underlings.

"Evidence forms need to be looked over again, signed and dated in triplicate before we release the bodies," Cecily reminded them. It had been the only slight change she implemented, since being appointed County Coroner. She wasn't going to leave any room for corruption in the department if she could help it. And perhaps, with her taking everything seriously, they wouldn't turn around and vote her coroner. That'd be nice. "Are all of the files backed up on paper yet as well?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Entering the morgue, Cecily found the bodies, all of them on a separate slab. Each time she looked at them, she couldn't help but have a horrible suspicion. The brands on Gretchen and Alicia -- someone had to be doing it on purpose. Perhaps it was some sort of mark from a killer, perhaps a gang symbol. At any rate, she doubted that Justice would do anything about the deaths. It was all up to her, the last line of defense.

"Hello Alicia, Lorna," Cecily said quietly, standing near the dead girls. "You know, in the New 52, Suicide Squad members are brought back to life via some complicated mechanism...I'm not sure if that's possible, but...Well..."

She didn't really know where she was going with this. Cecily looked over the forms, glancing at the evidence gathered. She'd spent a few days in Roy's apartment, scouring YouTube and online textbooks for information on how to properly perform autopsies. She had studied chemistry and biology in college, never taking more than just a course on anatomy. And had the victims not been practically related to Caesar, she would have called in Machete Security Services. They likely had someone on staff who knew forensics.

Instead, her mind flickered to Lawson's case file. The FBI had taken over that investigation, given jurisdiction into what appeared to be a simple manslaughter case. She was certain that it wouldn't be taken well, but...She couldn't help but be tempted to try to send this case up to the FBI, to pass along the buck.

"There's kerosene in your lungs..." Cecily added, staring at Alicia in particular now. "And you knew the woman who tried to kill me...If only the dead could talk, right?"


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Location: Imperial Apartments 4C


Tuesday had been up for a few hours, hitting her laptop as it refused to load. It refused to do much beyond play Merry Happy by Kate Nash, looping the song over and over again. While it was one of her favorites, now wasn't the time. It would be visitation day before she knew it at the lockup, meaning it'd be time for her to get to work. Her current client was a stereotypical rich girl, unable to live without oxycotin behind bars. Tuesday snorted slightly, at the thought of it.

Her client had no taste. Oxycotin, of all things? "Work, dammit!" Tuesday screamed, hitting the computer. As if in retaliation, Kate Nash's voice grew louder, only to be mixed with Tuesday's phone ringing. Sighing deeply, she glanced over at it, only to see the familiar number. Picking up on it, Tuesday found herself facing an onslaught in Spanish.

"Calmarse hijo de puta , voy a conseguir el producto entregado pronto," Tuesday protested, only for her employer to continue to screech. "Yo nunca dejo abajo, tonto? Eh?" For a few moments, Tuesday paused, listening as the man on the other end only became more enraged. Seemed his daughter wasn't doing too hot, they'd need her to deliver more than she usually did. "Más de miel más dinero, eh, el Cránero?"

She smiled a bit, before hanging up. An angered client had turned into an opportunity for her to earn a bit more money. She knew that Riley likely would be irritated with her, but thinking about her sister was the last thing Tuesday wanted to do. Murders seemed to follow Riley, anyways. She'd seen the news, with all of the shit going down at the Boston Heights. It wasn't any different than the same mess that happened back home. At least Marc wasn't here. The first time she'd been in prison, he came to talk with her on occasion, to try to get her to sober up.

The thing is, Tuesday knew what she was doing. She didn't need anyone's pity. Glancing over at the knocking on the door, Tuesday walked over, opening it up fully only once she had spotted Ronnie. Clad in her undergarments, as she hadn't gotten dressed yet for the day, Tuesday's many tattoos would be visible.

"Thanks, man," Tuesday grinned, seeing the food. "You got the munchies already?"
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It wasn't quite Hell, at least not at first. He'd lived through what most men and women would consider Hell, endured tortures both metaphorical and literal that would shatter most men. He had been to the edge of death more than once, staring deeply down past the precipice of this life and into the hereafter. It was dark to him, unknown and unknowing. The intense, brooding man had forcibly dropped many off of that particular cliff as need arose. And need arose far too often that it should have in his life. He was an artist, death being his medium. Few people in the world were as gifted in that regard, and they were truly soulless. He alone stood out, and likely only because of the bonds of Familia, keeping him grounded in fragile humanity. Love motivated the man to kill, if such a thing were possible, many times over. But he was still a killer, regardless of motivation. Perhaps that was why the last thing he cared about on this earth was taken from him. Light and life of truly remarkable and talented women, snuffed out for cryptic purpose.

Somehow Caesar knew. Just a quiet, unassuming feeling of dread in the center of his being that appeared after Alicia failed to get back in touch with him. He wasn't sure why the grim certainty appeared, despite his more logical sensibilities that the emotional precognition was false; he just knew that it tainted the core of him. He met Lorna, just the once between the night at the Derby and the inevitability held within the next two days. He told her to be careful, and let him know when Alicia finally got home.

That was the last he saw of her, as well.




The morning after the Derby saw the arrival of another MSS employee, this one from across the Atlantic. The man was huge, both in size and personality. Caesar had made calls to the appropriate contacts about setting up for his needs, furniture, basic equipment, vehicle and the like, but the leasing office at his chosen complex just outright refused to open their doors on a Sunday. This reality prompted an event that hadn't occurred in a remarkable amount of time:

Caesar had a sleepover.

It was all very personable, if a bit quiet at first. Then their mutual interest in alcohol kicked in, followed shortly by war stories, culminating in tales concerning their "most memorable takedown", which may or may not have involved actual or assumed death. It took an hour or two before Caesar was comfortable speaking around the British import, not because there was an air of intimidation around both men (though there was), but because of a tiny language barrier. You see, whereas Caesar spoke English almost as fluently as a native speaker, which is to say that he spoke the language with more propriety than most Americans, the words flowing out of the broad Brit had more in common with a linguistical explosion of forgotten swear words and the spoken spelling of the more confusing parts of Shakespeare, wrapped around a strong Cockney underclass accent.

After DVRing a few episodes of Monty Python's Flying Circus and drinking steadily in the meantime, the elder Mexican felt prepared enough to (more or less) carry on a conversation. A little more time smoothed it out well enough. As the lines of communication opened up, Caesar began to relate the happenings of Justice as best as he was able, ending with the events of the previous night at the Roller Derby. The larger man nodded, tossing out the occasional comment or question. Mostly, he listened.

And then he introduced Caesar to the concept of French Omelettes and Kippered Salmon. An interesting meal to both prepare and to consume while under the influence of copious amounts of distilled spirits, but the older man was genuinely impressed by the quality of the food, especially coming from a source as unlikely as his guest.

The day progressed into evening, evening to night, and two things happened with millstone-worthy gradual eventuality: Caesar became more worried, sending messages and trying to contact ...someone... and the English Bruiser's speech degenerated more and more into something resembling the stylized drunken ramblings of The Canterbury Tales.

By the next day, he was settled into his new home a few miles away. By the day after, their plans imploded.



J. Keystone


Location: London, England, U,K. --> Justice, California, U.S. - Boston Heights, Regal Building, Sublevel (1D), Chicago Heights Apt # 1265, Queensguard R&D




Keystone had a man pinned sideways on a crumbling brick wall, held up by a single, ham-sized fist wrapped around his throat. The unnamed man struggled and kicked, at least at first, until the gorilla of a man wrapped his other hand into a punishing, battle scarred fist and battered it relentlessly into his crotch, hammering without remorse nor cessation. Like John Henry pounding railroad spikes into the earth, his mighty fist sledged into the softer tissues of the horizontal victim, crossing his eyes and threatening numbing bowel evacuation with every meaty thwack. Keystone wanted this man to suffer. The only problem was, he wasn't one hundred percent sure when the fullness of shock would set in, rendering the poor bastard on the receiving end of his attentions incapable of feeling the beating that he was taking to the gonads.

While pondering this great mystery of life, he caught movement on his periphery. There was less than a second of time to react as a loading pallet crashed into him. He had reacted well enough to take the blow to the meatier part of his back and shoulder, but it still hurt. Large splinters of partially painted wood sprayed in different directions, forcing the large man to close his eyes and lose full grip on his original target, who collapsed to the ground, coughing and squeaking in a manner that might very well have gotten him a slew of inquiries by the Vienna Boys' Choir.

He didn't know the guy had a partner. This must be rectified.

The look of shock on the other man's face upon seeing that the big guy didn't go down was priceless. Only slightly less so was the abject terror that slapped itself onto his features as Keystone remarked in a loud, authoritative voice, "Oh, you're buggered now, my old beauty!". The man tried to run. Turned around and got five good paces before the unkempt brawler recovered the crumpled form of his first victim from the ground beside him. Grabbing him by his ankles, Keystone swung him like a little sister and let go, hurling the unfortunate lump of meat and bones through the air, colliding with his retreating partner.

A multitude of tiny bags spilled from their pockets as they forcibly made connection, each containing a single medicinal-looking tablet featuring a recently popular cartoon duck. Keystone looked upon them with disgust. He then spent the next few seconds beating one man to half unconscious with the other, using him as a bludgeon. Then his phone sounded from his pocket.

Keystone sighed, upset that his work lay unfinished, interrupted by something that he hoped was of extreme importance. He answered with a simple "Yeah?" A series of monosyllabic responses later, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, and growled at the broken and bleeding men on the ground, "Gettin' off easy, both of ya. Piss off, an' don't you ever come back. Get me?"

The brutish man walked around the crumbling brick building and away from the lot, just as the first of the bright, orange-yellow buses pulled around, dropping off children in time for morning studies. From somewhere inside the building, an electronic bell rang, signalling the start of the day. Keystone didn't bother looking back. Not that he could pay more attention to the situation, anyway: He had to catch the next plane to California.




He didn't expect to get picked up by private car. Nor did he expect that El Jefe himself would be in the back seat to greet him. Likewise, he didn't expect to be equipped immediately, and with the specific gear that he tended to gravitate toward. Even with the appropriate credentials to act in the manner of his profession the minute he set foot outside of the car. Many unexpected things happened that day. Many more over the course of the week.

For further example, he really didn't expect Caesar to douse his eggs and kippers with hot sauce, a thing which earned the spoken phrase of "Stop cockin' up m'eggs, ya geriatric bloody fucktwat!" Nations had been overthrown for less. Instead, Caesar handed the bottle over to Keystone, surprisingly responding with a calm, "It's made with three kinds of smoked peppers, asshole. Try it before you say something else that makes me angry. Unless you want to know what your lungs look like."

Keystone took the bottle, dabbing a drop onto a corner of his omelette. With minimal hesitation, he took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. Nodding, he applied a few more drops (not quite as many as Caesar), and set back to his meal. When he was done, Keystone produced a small, spiral-bound notebook and hastily penned some text. It's good to learn new things.

The next day, Keystone moved into his new place in Chicago Heights. The day after that, he was appointed as Acting Director of Operations for the Justice, California branch of Machete Security Solutions. This "by default" promotion came under the worst circumstances imaginable. There were undoubtedly more that were better qualified to hold the position, but with everything that was going on, Caesar had no one else he knew he could trust. Keystone was trained in part by Alicia, and came from a place far removed from the drama going on in this cesspit of a city. He acquainted himself with his new job as best he could, taking direction mostly from Caesar.

Caesar, meanwhile, was indisposed, except to speak with Keystone. Mostly, he remained in his apartment, secluded with his thoughts, memories, and the anguish of his lost family. When he did make it down to Queensguard R&D, the elder man seemed to spend his time pouring over Alicia and Lorna's terminals, as if he were looking for something. Otherwise, he gave Keystone orders and instruction, then quietly made his way back home.


Sunday, May 21st



Keystone was still a bit bewildered. He had assumed that this was going to be a totally different kind of job. It was not his usual type of assignment, by far. Settling into administrative work was not easy for him, but if he got to concentrate on a single aspect of running the company, like Training or Patrols, Checkpoints, maybe Protocol, he was okay. Caesar gave him support in waves; it was either sparse or overflowing. He simply wasn't all there.

He could understand why, though. It was difficult, keeping yourself together while training a new Branch Director and waiting for your daughters' bodies to be released from the morgue. Caesar made several calls, sent several Emails. Mostly to family, both his own and relatives of Lorna to make appropriate arrangements. Caesar also made calls to arrange for the movement of men and equipment inside of MSS. Something hideous was afoot, and his daughters got caught up in the middle of it. He was going to want someone by his side for the foreseeable future, and if this epic clusterfuck took them away from Justice, there had to be personnel in place to protect their interests locally, if for no other reason than to give them a viable excuse to remain. The business plan must continue.

Both of them had their hands full, over the past week. Mostly, Keystone kept an eye out at Queensguard R&D, while Caesar... Well, while Caesar mourned. While still not very talkative, the old man was in a good enough place to meet with Elisabeth Queensguard. The morning of the 21st saw both he and Keystone in working gear, standing just outside of the appointed conference room. The larger man lay a hand on the door, about to open it for Caesar. He paused for a moment, to say, "Look, Boss... Hows 'bout you let me do the small talk, yeah? Something ain't day-to-day comes up, I'll be deferrin'. Otherwise, I got it. Right?"

Caesar nodded to the cockney giant, and motioned for him to open the door.

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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Classic Building 3C - Top Floor





Riley slowly opened her eyes as she looked out the window of her bedroom seeing the clouds rolling in, she slowly sat up and yawned she then winced and held her side letting out a loud groan in pain. She grabbed her phone and saw that it was 11AM, Riley started to slowly stumble into the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror she was still covered in a lot of bruises from the car crash. She remembered leaving the next day after the roller derby. Riley was glad that Ronnie had decided to stay the night after what had happened, when she woke up Ronnie had gone to do his own thing. Riley received a text from her producer and manager to come into the studio to do some recordings which she did.

On her way there Riley was on the freeway, that's when her car was rear ended hitting her head against her steering wheel pretty bad. She lost control of her car as it hit something else, Riley didn't remember anything after that only waking up several hours later at the hospital. Riley saw Ronnie there and was glad to see him by her side, and then to her surprise Tuesday was there as well Riley didn't talk to much about her sister. Then three days spent in the hospital were pretty boring until she was finally released, and her car was totaled luckily Cecily was able to give her a ride back to her apartment. And they had a small dinner together at their place, Riley since then was taking it easy.

After Riley finished fixing up her hair, she didn't bother trying to cover up the bruises on her face since she just planned on staying home for the day. She headed into the living room and grabbed the remote she turned on the tv, she had her laptop on the coffee table Riley heard her phone going off. It was her producer, she grumbled slightly she didn't mind him he sometimes did get on her nerves. "Riley baby! How are you today?" Riley rolled her eyes slightly and sighed slightly causing her to wince again. "I'm fine, whats up?" Riley asked, she had a feeling that it was her about trying to find a body guard. He started going on about her personally going to get her one since the roller derby incident. "I already have someone in mind, listen i'll call you later." Riley said and before he could say anything else Riley hung up on him.

Riley's attention went up towards the news, the bombing of the U.N. was the main highlight of the news, she felt bad for whoever was there when it happened. Then the stories of Lawson's death came up, to her he seemed like a good man and didn't expect him to go out the way that he did. Then the news of Alicia and Lorna came up as well Riley wanted to get to know her neighbors more better but seemed like that wont happen now. Then Riley started to grumble to herself as she started to feel very itchy and uncomfortable in her cast as an itch started, Riley had a wire coat hangar on hand and started to get at the spot that was itching she sighed quietly once it stopped.
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Felix Hausten


Location: Boston Heights


It appeared he had made a mistake. His whole body ached, as did his mind. It was Sunday. The so-called holy day but no holiness was there to offer Felix any aid as he sat in his couch flicking through a book with one hand, the other hand rubbing at his battered head like it would make it any better with a simple touch. His apartment was littered with books he'd been reading on Saturday, him not being able to sit bored for one day and had tried to get through some books but since the incident, he couldn't get into any of them, none of them piqued his interest. Ever since the derby.

It was the derby that made it real for Felix, the rush of adrenaline and fear he saw rush around everyone, the aftermath and the dominoes falling dramatically. So here he sat, a victim of the aftermath. Now he was in the story, the story that could pique his interest but the story he had to write. His hands couldnt type out the words though, his type writer left untouched for a day since the attack on friday. That face. That face was connected somehow but Felix knew, anymore action he made, would mean the story would never be published. And that, was the worst outcome.

He set his phone down and put on some music, humming along to the song as it played through his apartment. Sighing, he made his way to the counter and took the item from it again, eyes transfixed on the item as he held it in his hand, sat down on the couch again. It was the key wasn't it? But who knew of him? Well the people behind it all it appeared, the ones who had attacked him. The ones who had Danicia and Peyton killed. And yet the sisters saw this object didn't they? And where were they? It seemed his fate was already locked in.

Standing up now, he pocketted the trinket into his leather jacket, settling the jacket on top of his black sabbath t-shirt. Just another guy out going about his own business. Not a snooper. Not an a writer.

Outside, he stepped down onto the steps and watched the people pass by. His mind wandered. He'd heard about the fresh water, another clue he couldn't decipher. He couldn't very well go up to the cops anymore, someone would find out and his throat would be next. He sighed, burying his head in his hands on the steps, his bones aching. Slow, today would have to be slow.
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Lucas Walsh



Location: Safe House



The past week had not been easy on Lucas, between his girlfriend almost dying in an explosion and recovering slowly, quitting his job (both of them, technically) and more than likely the aspect of being hunted were piling up to almost be a little much for Lucas. He forced himself into distractions whenever he could, trying not to think about anything that was going on if he didn't have to. He'd dismantled and cleaned every weapon in the safe house a few times over, and it was his mission now as he slid the barrel out of the rifle he had laid out before him. His sleeves rolled up as he scrubbed at the small bits of grime that he had missed last time around.

He let his eyes flick up toward Gregory as he stood in the kitchen making something for them all. Lucas recalled the explanation Risa had given him about who the man was, unfortunately, it didn't help. Lucas still hadn't shown the messages he'd received to Risa, and certainly not to Roy. As far as he knew, Roy could see the message and take it upon himself to complete the mission, Lucas was still oblivious to how much Gregory actually knew. The death of his roommate had been unfortunate news, but aside from finding the circumstance odd, Lucas didn't care too much to look into it, he hadn't ever known Jeremy properly, and while it was unfortunate, he had more things to worry about.

For a moment his wandering thoughts were distracted by the feeling of Risa's lips against his own, he turned his gaze over to her, forcing a half-smile as he watched her wander off toward the bathroom. In all that had been happening recently, she was still the one thing that made perfect sense to him, the one thing holding him down to reality in a world gone to shit. She was his anchor, more-so now than she ever had been before. Sighing softly, he continued to clean the rifle, slowly beginning to reassemble it as he heard Gregory speak up. "It'll be fine." He said plainly.

Placing the rifle back together, Lucas slid a magazine into it and pulled back on the charging handle, setting the weapon down as he leaned back, idly resting his hand on the handgun he had holstered at his side. It wasn't any real secret that Lucas still didn't trust Roy properly, Lucas didn't have much to trust those days, things weren't going to be easy getting back to normal. Sighing softly, he reached down to the small crate he'd been working on his weapons on, picking up a small packet of cigarettes and slipping one between his lips. Lucas didn't smoke, not regularly, when he did, it was exceedingly rare, and generally came from a great deal of stress. Sighing, he grabbed the lighter which sat beside the packet, lighting up the cigarette as he took a long drag, blowing out the smoke as he leaned back in his chair.
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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017




@Morose - Too bad the dead can't speak the way we wished they would but perhaps they will over time but there really isn't given much time for that right now. Cecily is only in there for a little bit when there is a light knock at the door before it is pushed in. A woman with shorter brown hair peaks her head into the room and glances around until her glacier colored eyes fall onto Cecily. A thin lipped smile comes to her features as she steps in. "Hey, take it that you are the new M.E.? Cecily was it? Sorry to burst in," she says a bit weakly as she slowly moves into the room. "I was sent over from Justice Memorial by the Dean Of Medicine Dr. Chang. She said you all could use some help with the autopsies. I'm Dr. Natasha Brinne."

@Dragoknighte - Everything is rather uneventful on the way to the restaurant. Nothing out of the ordinary other than people aren't even bothering with their usual cat calls and snide comments. The city seems to be trying to avoid conflict right now and people are keeping their heads down. Once you get to the restaurant, Relic is there and he is looking worse for the days that have passed. He is wearing a black hoodie and has it pulled up to keep most of his features hidden. Looking up from a small note pad he has been scribbling something down on he spots Mali and nods her over. He attempted to wave her over but as soon as his arm rose the slightest in the shoulder he cringed and dropped it quickly. "Glad to see you are still alive. Had any issues since the last time I saw you?" he asks with a little bit of concern in his voice.

@Scallop - Slow and steady win the race or maybe they don't. Either way as are leaving a silver BMW pulls up to the curb and a tall dark haired man climbs out in a three piece black suit. Pulling down his sun glasses he hits the alarm button on his keys, the lights flashing on his vehicle before he steps over and onto the curb. Glancing around the building for a moment before his eyes fall on to Felix. Unbuttoning the top button of his waists coat he steps over to Felix. "Afternoon, Special Agent Marc Tinder, FBI. Do you live here?" he asks motioning over towards the buildings of Boston Heights.

@Nallore - Well thankfully that coat hanger was around because the itch is getting better. Things are pretty calm for Riley right now. Granted the internet has exploded with all types of theories about why the famous Riley would be living in a place with so much murder as of late. Her twitter feed won't stop going off. Many asking if she is alright, a lot of people wondering if she is part of it or if she will be next. As much as one doesn't want to go out onto the streets right now, and I can't blame you, might want to get somewhere were there is at least someone around you that you trust because right now being alone is not the most calming of thoughts.

@Pundii - Roy nods and make plates for each of them, carrying one over to Lucas and setting it down in front of him before sitting down himself; leaving Risa's over by the stove for when she is out of the shower. Taking a few bites of food he glances around and then looks towards the bathroom as he hears the shower start up and Risa start humming. Figuring he has a few minutes he puts his fork down and looks over to Lucas. "Alright, cards on the table," he says as he pulls out his phone and opens the screen to a message, setting it by Lucas's plate. It reads Overthrow Athena. "I got this at the hospital. Guess you can guess who it is from. I have no intentions of taking her out, why I brought you here. Now, by the way you handle these guns and clean them it isn't hard to figure out you are part of the group. Question is, do you plan on following orders? Or are you going to revolt like me? Need to know cause I'd rather one of us just kill the other if that is the case instead of tip toeing around. I got enough targets on my back right now."



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Location: Imperial Apartments: 4C



"Yeah, when don't I?" he chuckled as he walked in and shut the door behind him, locking it up before pulling his glock out of his waist band and putting it on the table along with the bag of food he brought with him. Glancing over at her in her undies he chuckled. "Is it pants optional day?" he asked as he had a seat and opened the bag, pulling out several large breakfast burritos and waving one around for Tuesday before setting it down by her computer and tearing into one himself.

"Ran into Jez on the streets while I was grabbing breakfast," he said as he leaned back and swallowed the oversized bite. "She's moved out of Boston Heights it seems, can't really say I blame her. Word out on the street is that the FBI is now poking it's nose into shit. That is all I fucking need. It is a pain enough talking to the local PD to try to find shit out about Danica but now to have to deal with some fucking Fed? What the fuck do the feds care about Justice?" he muttered before taking another bite and grumbling to himself.

He had been working the last week between checking on Riley and keeping an eye on Tuesday to try to find out who killed Danica. He thought he had a lead but when he dropped by one of the usual low end precincts to do a quick bribe they wouldn't even budge. Talk about how they weren't getting their asses in a noose because they leaked shit when the FBI was in town. His jaw tightened at the thought of trying to make any headway. Sure he wasn't a law abiding citizen but Danica had been his friend and this shit just wasn't right.



Elizabeth Queensguard

Location: Queensguard RnD Industrial Complex: Conference Room



Red tipped nails drummed across the oak table in the center of the conference room which the owner of Queensguard Industries sat at. All the rest of the chairs that would normally surround the table had been removed but two; one at either side of her part way down the table. As the door opened she looked up from the papers she had been going over and she slowly pulled her reading glasses down, letting them fall to her chest as they were caught by the pearl glasses string. Placing both of her hands on the edge of the table she pushed her seat back slowly and rose, stepping out from behind the table gracefully but with an unspoken strength.

"Senior Gonzalez, Mr. Keystone," she said as she stepped over to him and held her hand out to each of them in turn. "Thank you for coming. I understand this week has been one that is hectic and very tragic on both a professional and personal level. You have my condolences. I had the pleasure of meeting Alicia months ago when she put in a bid to take over security here at the complex. I was most impressed by her strength and her knowledge," Elizabeth said in cool but slightly caring laced voice. It would appear that she knew Alicia more than just on a professional level the way she spoke about her.

Turning she motioned for the men to have a seat before she returned to her chair and sat down. Picking her glasses up from her chest she placed them back on and got right down to business. "The reason I had signed into contract with MSS was because of your
reputation and even your history Senior Gonzalez. I was skeptical about bringing in an outsider but Alicia's presentation was hard to turn away from. I am wanting to continue to press through with her proposal but due to the circumstances I am prepared to release you from the contract if you would feel that would be best," she said as she handed over copies of Alicia's proposal and plan for the complex to both Keystone and Caesar.

"Alicia had managed to complete the upgrades before this most unfortunate situation had arose. Now I need to know is if your people will be able to fill in the body rolls she had laid out with security and how long that would take to implement that? I also need to know who would be heading up this division so that I may speak with them directly."
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Mali strolled over towards Relic's table and took a seat, crossing her legs before talking to him. She leaned forward, resting her elbows directly onto the table. Her body language signaled that she was wound up, but there didn't seem to be any of the hot emotions present: fear, anger, excitement or the like.

"I could be better," Mali said, gesturing at her left hand encased in plaster. Her voice came out casually and she spoke without much gravitas despite the topic she was about to broach. "Got jumped again on Wednesday, this one didn't go so well for me. Ironically, I ended up hurting myself the most. I swung wildly and it didn't end up so well for my hand. I've got a couple Boxer's fractures in my knuckles and a simple fracture in my ring finger's metacarpus. So as far as lifting goes, I'm out of commission for the next 8 to 12 weeks. I can do cardio, legs and maybe back, but I'll probably have to work my ass off to recover once my hand's all healed up." Mali's expression darkened as she went on to speak further.

"I know there's a reason you wanted to meet," she asserted, her voice lowering many decibels,"and the details of my health certainly isn't it. There are things I want to tell you while I can, but this probably isn't a good place to bring it up. So let's get to business or move to a better spot."
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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Classic Building 3C - Top Floor





Riley decided to go onto her Twitter account to see what was going on she hadn't been on it for the three days that she was held up in the hospital recovering. She wasn't that surprised to see her whole page was flooded with questions if she was alright and theories of what has happened to her. She started to tweet out that she was alright and that she was shaken up a bit but she was recovering and would be taking off a few weeks of recording to try and take it easy the next few days. She of course sent out some private messages to her fans to reassure that she was alright. Riley continued to scratch at the itch under her cast which was getting a little bit better, once she had finished replying to as much as she could Riley stood up and approached the window to her apartment looking up at the cloudy sky for a moment.

Riley ran a hand through her hair she started to feel a little bit uncomfortable being alone in an apartment by herself, a lot of people already knew that she was living in Boston Heights already and a crazed fan or someone could just come up and break into her apartment. Though she also felt unsafe being out in the open after her injury she could easily be attacked by someone as well without her car she was just limited to others for rides, walking on foot or taking public transit to where she needed to go. Riley sighed to herself as she went towards her kitchen and decided to make herself some tea Riley grabbed herself a mug. She decided to just text Ronnie to see what he was up to, Riley knew that Cecily was to busy right now working at the Coroners Office.

"Hey Ronnie what are you up to?"


Riley hit send on her phone as her tea finished brewing and started to take a sip out of the mug as Riley made her way back towards her couch and sat down and decided to try and read up on the news around Justice.
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Cecily Ashworth

Location: the Morgue


Cecily jumped slightly, hearing the door to the morgue open. Her hand flew to where she had concealed her pistol, a new habit born out of paranoia. Seeing a woman she failed to recognize, Cecily's heart started pounding more and more. Had Proserpine sent another friend to come back and finish her off? She gulped slightly, but at Natasha's kind smile and explanation, she relaxed, her hand falling to her side. An appointment with her old therapist was definitely in order, Cecily realized with dismay.

"Yes, yes, I'm Cecily Ashworth," Cecily replied, smiling thinly herself. "Acting M.E. despite never having gone to medical school...Though I did watch all nine seasons of Dexter but that doesn't really translate over as a skill, does it?" She laughed awkwardly, her eyes darting down to Alicia's corpse. The dead woman almost seemed to be judging her, for having the nerve to laugh and joke in a room full of death. Nearly mumbling an apology, Cecily reminded herself of Roy's warning.

"I know this'll sound absolutely paranoid but...Could I see your I.D. and license and stuff?" Cecily requested. "Just need to be sure I really am talking to Natasha Brinne." Of course, as soon as Cecily would receive some form of I.D., she didn't know much about how to test for whether or not it was real. Forensics never really included "I.D. checking" as a form of specialization.

Once she was certain of Natasha's identity, Cecily would step back slightly from the corpses, allowing Natasha to begin once ready. "I've done some preliminary inspections of the body--noted external injuries and the like, but I'm not well versed in medical terminology and such..." She couldn't help but regret slightly she had decided not to go to medical school. She had finished her degree a year early, and with her parents' funds, she could've done it without taking out a loan. Instead, she had accepted her first job offer and moved to Justice, the city of death.


Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

Location: Imperial Apartments 4C


Tuesday glanced down, before shrugging. She truthfully hadn't cared. Strip searches tended to make it easier to deal with a lack of clothing, and for a moment, she considered making Ronnie give her his shirt. Instead grabbing an oversized and abandoned one in the corner, Tuesday pulled it on, mostly covering up her nudity. "I didn't realize we had a dress code," Tuesday joked. "Are we going to the prom or something?" Of course, at her words, Tuesday instantly regretted the jest. Her prom hadn't been the best of times.

Accepting the burrito, Tuesday sat down on a chair, her legs crossed almost daintily. She bit into the food, her stomach growling in appreciation as she consumed the delicious breakfast food. At the mention of the FBI, however, she stopped eating. Setting down her burrito slowly, Tuesday took a deep breath. "Is fucking Marc Tinder here? If he is, I need to hide my shit in your place. He tried to get me clean during my first stint in jail. My bloody luck would be that he comes to 'check up' on me or some bullshit."

Mentally thinking it over, Tuesday squeezed her hand into a fist. If Marc Tinder was one of the agents in Justice, she'd need to move. There were other prisons in the world, other well to do inmates in need of a fix. Still, she had just gotten herself established in Justice, and gotten herself some not-so-honest work. "I think Riley's girlfriend or something works for the government," Tuesday offered, trying to distract herself with Ronnie's problems. She hadn't known Danica, but she figured she was important to Ronnie. "Could always ask her for help. But in the mean time...What's the drug of choice today?"
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Caesar Gonzalez


Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Conference Room




So, this was not going to be "day-to-day" talk, like Keystone had suggested. No, this Elisabeth got straight to the point. Caesar appreciated it, getting down to business. He had no desire to stay in this room any longer than he had to, not when so much else was on his plate. Keystone looked as if he were going to say something in response, other than a cursory greeting, so the older man waved him quiet and opened his end of the conversation. His voice was solid, but a little quieter than he generally preferred to speak. He was no less a presence in the room, but anyone who knew him could listen to him and know that something was very wrong.

"Thank you, Ms. Queensguard. I'm glad we could meet. I will follow your example and come right to it: MSS does not intend to pull out of our contract with you. Because of the protections on M'hi... on Alicia's systems and the fact that she had not linked a copy into the company Intranet, I can't access her work. Yet. I would appreciate it greatly if you could turn over a copy of your original contract, in untampered, read-only format in the meantime, as well as any relevant documentation until I can access her stuff."

"I intend to meet the needs of your company, provided we meet on the same business and ethical standings. As for our personnel - Mr. Keystone has taken over as Acting Director until I can find someone suitable to replace him. Afterwards, he will be offered Miss Dunn's position. I have someone in mind for Alicia's role, but I will not have an answer for at least a week, maybe two. In the meantime, I would like to review the papers you have given me with Keystone, ma'am."

He assumed a less formal stance in his chair, dropping some of the cultured mannerisms he had tried to effect thusfar into the conversation. "I've got to ask, Ms. Queensguard - if my history was part of the draw, what are you so worried about? Alicia was this company's future, I mostly just kept surviving and made people bleed. How well did you know her, anyway?"

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@Morose - Roni perked a brow as he listened to Tuesday and nodded slowly. "You know the FBI agent working the case? Damn girl, what type of shit did you get mixed up in after the last time I saw you?" he laughed a bit. "Pot for me and not right now. Trying to keep my head clear until I get this stuff done, well at least not till later," he chuckled. Ronnie had been off the hard stuff for a while now and only been doing pot for about the last year, seemed he wasn't even wanting that right now but loosing a friend had weird effects. Either you went stone cold sober or you dove right back in head first. "So who is your sisters girlfriend? Cause I really need to find out more."

@Morose - Natasha smiled as she pulls over a chair and sits down, it is obvious she isn't feeling too well or is at least weak right then. Opening her purse there were many prescription bottles but most of them were written out in Hindi instead of English. Finding her wallet she opened it and pulled out what she needed. In the stack was her California ID and State Medical card, as well as an ID and another medical card - both in Hindi as well. "Sorry, recovering from Chemo; still a bit weak," she said as she let out a long breath. "I went to U.C.S.F., did my residency there at their medical center. Spent the last months in Jaipur working for Apex doing rescue, emergency and some work for their medical examiner," she explained before leaning back in her seat and sighing a bit. "Dean of Medicine, Dr Chang I know from a rescue operation here in Justice about 3 years ago after you all got hit with an earth quake. She suggested coming here might be a bit easier on me with my recovery than trying to work the ER," she added before taking her id's back and putting them away. Standing up she moved over to the bodies and looked them over. "Well if you want to learn, hand me a scalpel and we can get to it, I don't mind instructing as I go."

@Dragoknighte - "Well you being alive was top but yes there is more," he says as a large bag of food is brought over. Picking it up he shoulders his pack. "We are better on the move," he explains before stepping out of the Best Chinese and picking a random direction to walk. Keeping his voice down and looking around constantly he begins to talk. "After the Derby, things had to be cleared out. Someone tried to hack our files, they didn't get through but it was enough for us to pick up and move. I think that girl that died this week, Alicia? Lived in your building? Well think she was mixed up with the people that killed that Peyton girl and such. Keep seeing the same woman popping up on screens, blonde with a real cut build. She was on the Juno's team with Alicia."

@Nallore - Ronnie shoots back a quick text "Hanging out and getting some breakfast. Trying to figure out what all is going on. Can't get into the police station anymore. Need help getting access to the counties files on Danica."

@Sigil - Elizabeth is sitting there listening as she watches Keystone and Caesar. "Yes, I can get you access to the contract." Pressing the com button she calls for the papers to be brought to her. "I have hard copies." When asked about Alicia she rests her hands in her lap as her fingers lace together. "I knew her well enough. We spoke often. Alicia was an amazingly strong woman, I had high hopes for her with this contract and others in the future. This complex was a test you see to see if M.S.S. could take over completely for me on an international level. I was very impressed by her tenacity and her drive; not to mention her talents as well as Miss Dunn's. Alicia spoke highly of you and of the company." Turning her attention to her assistant as she walked in she took the papers from her and handed them over to Caesar. The contract went over the security that was expected, the reprecutions if there was a breach, and possibility of a renegotiation after 6 months. "Ethically, Alicia and I saw eye to eye it seemed, now only begs the question if you and I do as well. I do many contracts for the U.S. Government, working closely with the Secretary of Defense. McCormick wishes me to pass on her condolences to you for your loss, she and Alicia had become close friends over the last few months."
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Idly humming, he looked up to see an odd image gracing his eyes. He shook his head slightly, amused that such a fortunate placing of himself would bring forth someone to interact with, someone who did not look like some common beat cop. His headphones were carefully taken out his ears and then roughly shoved into his pocket with his phone as he looked up, a small smirk on his face as he heard the agents words.

It appeared things had taken a turn for the better in Felix's chapter in this story. He'd found his protagonist, and if he failed to fufill such a demanding role maybe he'd be the mysterious mentor to the true hero. He didn't care, he recognised what he was. A turning point. The change of events, for good or for the worst. The sensation filled Felix with excitement, almost wanting to skip ahead and see what the future held for all of them. But this wasn't a book. This was reality.

He got to his feet and smiled, holding out his hand, admiring his simple stereotypical FBI attire. "Felix Hausten, and yes I live here, just moved in a week ago, wonderful to meet you" He paused and looked around. "But my hoe things have changed, however it appears finally somebody has come to put some life into this place?" He wuirked a brow at his final remark, gesturing to Marc with a pained grunt, his arm still in some pain.
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Riley started to take a sip out of her tea as she sat on the couch moving her laptop on the cushion next to her she felt her phone start to vibrate and reached over for it and saw that it was a response from Ronnie. Riley got up for a moment as she moved over towards the window to look down at the street below her. She looked down at her phone for a moment taking a sip from her tea once again, she ran a hand through her hair. Riley smirked to herself thinking of a witty little text for Ronnie she laughed slightly as she felt her stomach starting to growl slightly and made her way back into the kitchen.

"Well you know I could always flaunt my assets you know show a little cleavage or something. And where the hell is my breakfast, been cooped up here forever i'm bored. Also is Tuesday there, how is she doing?"


Riley opened the fridge and pulled out a box of Chinese food which was some shrimp and rice that she had ordered the night before, she moved towards the microwave putting it in. Riley pushed the buttons putting the food in for one minute, Riley looked at her phone once more groaning again as her notifications on Twitter started blowing up her phone. She was really just tempted to throw her phone out of the window but then she would have to go through the whole process of having to get a new one and reinstall every app she had.

A minute later the microwave went off, and Riley pulled the box of Chinese food out and grabbed herself a fork making her way back towards the couch and sat back down. She started to surf the web once more her phone resting on the cushion next to her as she waited for another text from Ronnie.
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"About that," Mali replied when Relic brought up Alicia's death, "Everyone in my building except me is either dead or missing: Lyle Marlestone, the Whites, Lorna Dunn, Alicia Gonzalez. All dead. I haven't seen nor heard Svetlana, Lyle's roommate since he was murdered a week ago. She might be dead as well, but I've no idea. For the time being, I essentially have the Rose Building all to myself. I'm pretty sure that all these people living in the same building was itself a coincidence, but the sheer number of people that have died within the past 10 days in Boston Heights casts shade on every little thing." Mali sighed and took in a deep breath as she took a moment to mentally structure some of the information in her head into something that wouldn't sound completely disorganized.

"So when I got jumped Wednesday, on one of the wrists of the guys I spotted an astrological male symbol tattooed on his wrist. I didn't really get to see any of their faces, so I can't confirm any identities or such, but I'm fairly certain that what happened then isn't related to any big picture things. The fact of the matter is that I beat their asses twice, and that incident was probably payback plain and simple. It's not hard to figure out how thugs think, and it was probably just an eye for an eye kind of deal since I haven't been bothered since. However, that incident did teach me something important, but I'm not going to go any further into this particular topic until we're in a more secure spot than completely out in the open."
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Lucas watched Risa idly as she moved over into the bathroom, not bothering to start eating until he heard the shower start. He had been particularly cautious of her even here, and he rarely liked to let her out of his sight if he was able. His attention as he began to eat was snatched by Roy however as he leaned forward, speaking plainly. Lucas remained relatively quiet as Roy spoke, glancing down to the phone as he set it before him. Seeing that he had received the message, and a while back, visibly seemed to put Lucas at ease, he was convinced there would be an assassin right next to him, ready at any point to put a bullet in Risa, now he knew, well, figured, that was not the case.

Thoughts still lingered in his mind, that Roy might've been manipulating him, their kind was good at that, especially in a situation such as this. He wasn't sure if there'd ever be a point where he actually trusted Roy, at the very least, it would take time, a lot of time, before he knew for sure the man wouldn't stab either himself of Risa in the back. Reaching down to his pocket, Lucas dragged out his own phone, opening the message he'd been sent of the same situation, setting it down for Roy to read, as if to confirm that he was a part of the group. "I'm Perseus. And no, I don't plan on following orders." He explained as he watched Roy closely.

"You don't have to worry about getting a bullet from me unless you give me a reason to give you one." He clarified, continuing to eat as he barely took his eyes off Roy, half expecting the man to grab a gun the second he confirmed he wouldn't be following orders. Things recently had made it very hard for Lucas to trust anyone, especially a member of 'the group' as it were.
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Caesar Gonzalez


Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Conference Room




The old man kept his voice level and even, despite the edge to it that seemed to threaten everyone around him. It was part business, part grief. More than a little of it had to have been anger, and a primal want for fatherly revenge. Perhaps it was understandable. He shouldn't be taking a meeting right now, he knew. Caesar was emotionally compromised. He held it in admirably, but it was only a matter of time before a more aggressive catharsis was necessary. In the meantime, he had to try not to come off as a complete psychopath. Good luck to him.

"About ethics, Ms. Queensguard... I have always completed the job I signed on for. Unless something I needed to know has been withheld. To be honest, most of the jobs I have taken involved the relocation or elimination of very, very bad men. Recovering people, recovering things. Most of that was for the United States Government. It's common knowledge, anyone who looks even a little bit. Alicia..." Caesar's voice broke a little bit as he said the name aloud, "She must have told you as much, without saying specifics. I have done work for every American three-letter agency that wanted jobs done wet and quiet. Or not so quiet. I've also been brought in to protect targets, places and people, from others like me. Before I founded this company. MSS is an extended family, built on trust. As much of it as you can get working from the shadows. If we are the kind of people you want protecting your interests, I am still willing to go ahead."

"Because I trust my daughter's judgement, the agreement will be honored. Give me two days to go over these documents and make some calls. In the meantime, MSS will maintain a secure physical front. Mr. Keystone will see to that. Keep anything important off of accessible servers until I can bring in an updated Tech team. I'm just not qualified.

Caesar's face took on a slightly darker note as his mind curled around the Secretary of Defense. She was the last person that the older man saw his daughter with, alive anyway. She had something to do with all of this, whether for good or ill was up in the air. Suffice it to say, he was anxious to have a discussion with the woman, someplace quiet and isolated. "And por favor, thank Secretary McCormick for me, and let her know that I would like to speak with her just as soon as her schedule clears."

Caesar looked to his junior associate with an expectant face, raising his eyebrows and hoping that the man had something important-sounding to say. So far, he'd just been sitting like a stone monolith in his chair, barely even nodding in agreement. At least he looked as he should for this kind of assignment: Intimidating and observant.



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Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Conference Room




The massive, statuesque man sat in his chair, wondering when the concept of "day-to-day activities" was to be mentioned. But neither of the people speaking had any intention of discussing the mundane tasks of securing the complex. Admittedly, the things they were speaking about sounded frighteningly important, but when it came down to it, the large brawler felt just a bit like an intruder whenever he considered adding to the dialogue.

Almost as a blessing, paperwork arrived. Something he could look busy going over. So, he did. His attention remained on his surroundings and the discussion at hand, but his eyes skimmed over the contract, looking for keywords that would indicate the gross idea of the nature of the text. While giving further scrutiny to a paragraph on the opening page of the document, he could sense eyes boring into him, as if screaming at the man to say something.

Keystone lifted his head and allowed his steel-grey eyes to move from Mrs. Queensguard to his employer, Caesar, trying hastily to recall the exact words of the previous few seconds. A tense second before a lightbulb moment had him intoning, "Right. Bloody capital, that. Toss my shilling into it, I'm thinkin' we needs to give priority action to the site, m'self. Jump above budget on our end, flip out some bodies for folk what ain't locals, y'see? I know a couple o' blokes 'cross the pond I can trust, wouldn't scoff at a change of scenery. And we got those 'oldings up in Seattle. They got good, broke-in lads you trained personal, right Boss? Bring in known men and equipment, till this emergency's done and done. Lady Queensguard 'ere wants us international? Let's show 'er what we're capable of when we're at capacity."

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@Dragoknighte - Relic listens carefully and nods from time to time as he walks down the street. His head turning this way and that until they finally make their way to his vehicle. Unlocking the POS, he climbs in and waits for Mali to join him. Once she is situated he starts the car and drives off. It doesn't seem like he has any particular destination in mind but is more of using the car as a secure location to speak. "Yeah, it has been a rough week. I know this is going to sound crazy but I think all of this has to do with some secret society type thing. Don't know their names yet but so much is hitting the black on the net lately. I picked this up in a jewelry store over in the Diamond District. Well lifted it is more like it," he says as he pulls out a small item a fixed to a chain. "Not sure exactly what it is but I have seen it drawn out from time to time with all this shit going down and once I got it, that was when all hell broke loose for me. Someone trying to get their hands on it."

@Scallop - Marc nods a bit as he slips his badge into his vest pocket and then takes a look around the building. "I see, well it seems I am newer to town than you are," he says. Taking a couple of steps he looks the buildings over for a moment, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "Come, walk with me," he says as he approaches what used to be the building for the Whites and steps inside, showing his badge to the cop guarding the scene before he is let inside. "He is with me," he says to let Felix to be allowed into the apartment. Pulling out a pair of gloves he hands them over to Felix. "Put these on, I don't want to risk contamination of the scene," he instructs before putting on a pair himself and walking around slowly. "So tell me, what did you know about the Whites?"

@Nallore - Roy sends back a quick text saying that he will be over later on and will bring her some food and that he is in fact with Tuesday, and that she is alright, real fast. On the web is a lot of talk about what is going on in Justice as well as some breaking news about a body being found in Seattle but that there is not much to the story as of yet. People on Riley's Facebook feed are pulling the usual bull - it is either telling her to get out of town and away from Justice, asking when her next tour will be, or saying she is part of this mass cover up to just takes peoples attention away from the real problems.

@Pundii - Roy smirks a bit. "Good, we understand each other." Putting his phone back in his pocket he looks over towards the bathroom as the door opens and steam rushes out. Risa standing there with a towel wrapped around her and one on her head as she slowly walks over to the bed area and starts trying to find something to wear. Roy stands up, putting his dishes in the sink before grabbing a few guns and his coat. "I have to go check on some things, I will be back later tonight. I hope," he says quickly before stepping out of the door and shutting it behind him, making sure to lock the thing before he heads off. Risa glances over as he leaves and bits her bottom lip a little bit before looking over at Lucas and forcing a bit of a smile. "Stealing your shirt," she says quickly as she picks up one of his white button downs and heads back over to the bathroom with a smirk on her lips.



Elizabeth Queensguard

Location: Queensguard RnD Industrial Complex: Conference Room



Elizabeth listened intently to what was said by Caesar and Keystone, her eyes fixed in place for a moment before she reached down and picked up her brief case and set it onto the conference table, opening it and pulling out a stack of folders, most of which held the U.S Seal on them and were marked confidential or top secret. Pulling her glasses up she slipped them onto her face and rested the bridge on the tip of her nose before her red nails started thumbing through them.

"Yes, Caesar Gonzalez, former Federale. Your daughter had filled me in on several appointments that you company had tended to, I had Leann dig a bit deeper for me before I hired your company. I like to know who I am dealing with when it comes to matters such as these," she said as she flipped open a choice few files and pushed them over to Caesar as she pulled her glassed back off her face. Within the files where various jobs that MSS had done for the government as well as a few case files that Caesar had worked on before he came to the states.

"I am very familiar with your work. I was hesitant at first but your daughters skills in cyber security were outstanding and the manner of which she handled herself left little doubt in my mind that MSS could handle such a venture. I look forward to seeing what you can accomplish here at Queensguard," she said before leaning back in her seat and resting her hands in her lap. Turning her attention to Keystone for a moment. "Please, do what you need to ensure the security of my facility. I will have my people place in the clearance aspects so you have charge of the facility and it's surroundings. Cyber wise, we are an autonomous facility. Private satellites and the such, though I could not tell you what they do. I am, how shall I say, old school. I will leave the technological aspects to you all," she said before rising form her place and smoothing out her business suit.

"I am glad to hear that, the Admiral will be back in Justice by the end of next week at the latest; pending any issues. She was hoping to speak with you in person to deliver her condolences personally. I will inform her you will be willing to have a meeting with her on her arrival," she said as she stepped out from behind the table and extended her hand to Keystone and Caesar in turn. "If that will be all gentlemen I do have other business I must attend to before this day is out. If you have any questions, do contact me," she said as she pulled out a business card from a silver casing that she kept in her pocket and handed it over to Caesar.
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