[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] In Front Of The Sporting Goods Store Near Town Square[/center][hr]

	Tim sighed as he looked over towards Tuesday. "If anyone has they aren't coming forward. Can't really say I blame them if anyone is keeping what they saw to themselves. With people dropping left and right I don't even want to be in town anymore," he said as the few people from the station that could be spared pulled up. Tim directing them to check the alleyway as well as the store first because of what happened to Lawson. He was not looking forward to breaking this bit of news to Marc and especially not to Adelaide. 

	Cynthia stood up, and started following one person down the alleyway, her hands rubbing up and down her hips and thighs nervously as she looked around as if she was a spooked owl. [color=f26522]"Oh bye bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry ad good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die,"[/color] she sung in a haunting voice before giggling to herself as she peeked her head around the corner to the alley and spotted the blood. 

	[color=f26522]"Too much? Yes too much! Why not the other one? What other one? This one. Which one? Oh my my this here Anikan guy, maybe Vader some day later now he's just a small fry. He left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye saying soon I'm going to be a Jedi. Seriously? Seriously. I don't think it is time for Dragon Con. It is always time for Dragon Con."[/color]