[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ed1c24][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Chapter%20Two%3A%20Retribution&name=SATAM___.ttf&size=50&style_color=ed1c24[/img][hr][/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][center][h3][b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Sunday May 21th, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Scallop] [@Nallore] [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr] 

	[@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 [url=http://www.ridelust.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Main-Low.jpg]silver BMW[/url] 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 [i]Overthrow Athena[/i]. "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 [i]group[/i]. 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."

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Ronni[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/macaulay-culking-pizza-band-death-threats.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Imperial Apartments: 4C[/center][hr]

	"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.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Elizabeth Queensguard[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/fashion/daily/2015/09/14/14-helen-mirren.w529.h352.jpg[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard RnD Industrial Complex: Conference Room[/center][hr]

	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."