[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] - "I told her i would be stopping by later today, just a bit earlier now than I told her." Roy looked over to Tuesday and sighed. "No she wouldn't but I know if it was me in her place, she would be doing the same for me. Just like she was for her sister," he says as the bus stops and they can move to get off and head towards Boston Heights. Rubbing the back of his neck he then shoves his hands in his pockets. "If someone you cared for was killed, wouldn't you do everything you could to put a bullet in the bastards brain? I know you would," he said as he stopped in his tracks near the apartments and tilted his head to the side as he noticed the BMW sitting there. He hadn't seen that car before but Tuesday would know that car all too well. That was Marc Tinders BMW. 

	[@Dragoknighte] - Parked in front of the public records department Relic nods and pulls out his bag, reaching in and handing over a folder he had. It looked to be a newly [i]acquired [/i] police file. "Here," he says handing it over. Inside is information on Peyton's case, beneath it is a photo Relic had gotten his hands on. On the photo it is dated six months prior to Peytons death and a location outside of Athens Greece. The image is of her, the professor, and Danica with another one of the relics but this one is made of a different material and is much larger. "Any help would be great. The dark net is a buzz with theories but we keep hitting walls. Who ever is controlling the flow of information knows what they are doing. Thankfully not everything can be found on the net these days," he says before getting out of the car. Waiting for Mali he locks up and heads inside. The place is pretty dead, no one ever comes in here. Just a single guard at the desk that looks up form his reading before going back to it and ignores them as Relic walks right passed him. 

	[@Nallore] - Roy shakes his head a bit. "No, I Was just hoping I could catch her here instead of having to go to the coroners office." Stepping inside he closed the door behind him. "No thanks and she could be but hell who ain't in this town?" he said as he sided and rubbed his temples. Looking down as his phone went off he checked his messages and his eyes perked up a bit. "Well she isn't in trouble right now but seems she found something," he says more to himself than to Riley. Shoving his phone back into his pocket without replying he looks back over to Riley. "

	[@Pundii] - "Don't be saying such things! A man has to have his Big Mac! Speaking of which, need you to watch the door later! I need me some fries!" Freddy laughs as he returns the hand shake and lets Scott in. Closing the door things are quiet in the bar as Trisha is going over her papers. From the back, an all too familiar face comes from the office; Miss [url=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBcWdJxDly8/UIMLWRedK0I/AAAAAAAASuo/evOYeftm2vQ/s1600/tumblr_m4nxvnfYRy1r5ruse.gif]Zoie Crawford[/url]; dressed in her usual pin stripped business suit with heals that showed it was on for anything but business. Winking at Scott before she heads over to Trisha, the two exchange a few words quietly before Zoie nods and heads over to the bar. "Be likin' the usual darlin'," she says to Scott in her usual southern drawl that gave away that despite her dress she was anything but a west coaster. 

	[@Scallop] - Marc looks over towards Felix ad chuckles a bit. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, may be a bit unorthodox but there are several reasons you are here. One, nothing I have said couldn't be found with little work and records check that are available to the American Public, love or hate it. Other reasons have to do with who you are,"[/color] Marc says as he pulls out his cell phone and pulls up something on the screen. [color=82ca9d]"Felix Hausten, mystery author from Germany. So you are new to the area and from well out of town. Makes it less likely that I will have to put you into cuffs over this. Not to mention, it means you think out side of the box and might see something I don't. Like having my own personal Castle,"[/color] he jokes before slipping his phone back into his vest pocket. Glancing at the man he crosses his arms over his chest. [color=82ca9d]"So what say you? You tag along, stay out of the way, give a fresh prospective. Keep your mouth shut to the public until the investigation is over and once it is you are free to write to your hearts content having had a first hand account at such a tingling story. What more could a mystery writer ask for?"[/color]

	[@Morose] Natasha smiles and nods. [color=f26522]"Cool, let me know if anything pops,"[/color] she says as she gets back to work, extracting fluid from the lungs and taking a whiff before her nose curled. Shaking her head she set down the sample for Cecily and went back to work, talking as she went. [color=f26522]"See these lines on Miss Dunn's neck? They are from behind with a rope or band or something. It was quick, her neck snapped like the assailant wanted. Alicia though, this was with bare hands facing her. It took a long time, it was personal. Time of death puts them pretty close together but I can say that Alicia died at least an hour after her friend here and her death was much more brutal,"[/color] she adds. (PM for Print and water sample results.)