[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]	

	[@Dragoknighte] - Relic listens as Mali talks, hoping that whoever she is speaking to can help. As Mali comes over he points to the floor plans for Boston Heights. "Your building actually. It was built back in the 1930's by, well we don't know. Some shell company back then but it was constructed with this," he says pointing towards the tunnels that connect through the basement apartments into the sewers of the city. "They are probably closed up now with the renovations the building has gone through over the last nearly 100 years but makes me wonder if that is how people have been getting in and out without really being seen."

	[@Nallore] - Roy looks over to Riley and his eyes widen a little bit. "Seriously? Damn... That sucks, well where you came from but about this Marc guy," he says before shutting up and waiting for Riley to open the door. Ronnie grins as he steps inside. "Yeah, she is but looking out for," he starts before Roy grabs him by the collar and slams him against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here Griffin?" Roy growls. Ronnie rolls his eyes a bit. "Fucking Christ Gregory! About made me shit myself!" Ronnie says as he holds his hands up. "Peddling drugs again?" Roy asks, tightening his grip. "Not since the last time you bought some you ass," Ronnie says narrowing his eyes, "go ahead, frisk me." Roy does just that before letting Ronnie go fully. "What the fuck are you doing here then?"

	[@Scallop] - Marc nods a little bit. "That's good to hear," he says in reference to Felix not saying anything until everything was solved. "I was afraid they had already gotten to the local PD, why I sent Lawson in. Wanted someone from the outside. Lawson was former special ops," he said before running his hands through his hair and shaking his head. "Man saved my life in Afghanistan, spent years as a POW, and this place is what takes him out?" he mumbled more to himself than to Felix. Looking around he tilts his head to the side and points over to the wall. "Something isn't right here," he says as he steps over to a picture of the [i]happy[/i] couple up on the wall. There is color fade around the frame that makes it look like more freshly painted than the rest of the apartment around the frame. Removing his jacket and rolling his sleeves up after taking the frame down he runs his hand over the wall for a moment before putting his fist through it and pulling it back. Shaking off the dust from his hand he reaches into the wall, fishing around for a bit before pulling out what looks like an evidence bag with an old gun in it. "Well lookie what we have here..."

	[@Scallop] [@Morose] - Hearing the door, Marc hands over the bag with the gun in it and draws his own pistol from his holster. Placing a finger to his lips before taking off towards the sound of the slamming door. Leaning back against the wall he takes a little breath and listens carefully for a moment before checking the knob. Feeling it is unlocked he slowly turns it and starts pushing the door open. 

	[@Morose] [@Sigil] - [color=f26522]"Yes, I would lay 100 to 1 odds it is a female. Between the records we have on this partial, they types of deaths, and the finger sizes around Miss Gonzalez's neck. It is most definitely a female."[/color] Going back to Alicia's body she takes out a ruler and starts taking measurements, jotting down notes on a piece of paper and doing some quick calculations. [color=f26522]"Yes, female. From the hand size I would put her between 5'4" and 5'8", lean, and probably very strong for her size to be able to execute the amount of pressure to not only crush the vocals but start to crush the bones. This was pure rage, whoever this is, well she is very unstable,"[/color] Tasha adds before looking up and cocking a brow. [color=f26522]"Thank you for your concern but right now seems I either stick around and help or you get stuck with an intern,"[/color] she says before sitting down and going back to work. As Caesar enters she looks up slowly and eyes the man, swallowing slightly. [color=f26522]"Gracias pero no. My llamo Natasha Brinne,"[/color] she states quickly before pulling the sheet back over Alica's body. [color=f26522]"Y tu?"[/color] she asks as she crosses her arms over her chest, picking up on his accent that is anything but all American.