[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/7pup7l32p/tuesday2.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday rolled her eyes. Even ages later, they still all thought of her as having [i]runaway.[/i] It was so ridiculous, and every time anyone mentioned it, she wanted to barf. It wasn't like Riley was her mother. She wasn't anyone's child, her parents had seen to that. And on top of that, she was a legal fucking adult. Part of her was tempted to stick her tongue out at Marc, but she quickly realized that would have been slightly self defeating. 

[color=ff6600]"Death just likes to fuck us in the ass without asking permission,"[/color] Tuesday grumbled. She perked up slightly at Ronnie's offer, nodding almost a bit too eagerly. Anything to get out of the house, and if she was lucky, she might even be able to score something herself at Club AfterDark. It was her favorite club in Justice, mostly because the ladies were always smoking hot, and the law was a complete afterthought. As much as her old friends and family tried to insist her place was among the respectable citizens in society, Tuesday rebelled against it.

She belonged with the dregs, with the shit. At least they were [i]real.[/i] No one faked anything in the gutter, except for perhaps a credit score or sobriety. [color=ff6600]"Nice seeing you Rye, stay safe. And Marc, don't bust anyone I know."[/color] She winked slightly, before following Ronnie out the door. 

Once out of the suffocating environment of Riley's apartment, Tuesday let out a deep breath. It was awful enough having to face her sister, but with Marc and his German boy scout, it had been insufferable. There were enough judgmental glares to fill a church, Tuesday thought to herself with a snort. [color=ff6600]"So, what're we dropping? I can sample it, y'know, to do quality control. Very important, quality control. Shows you care and shit about the product."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d95080a654924fd0abb2e5d0447d8d90/tumblr_inline_nvc5flfmvW1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Near Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]Caesar didn't answer her query, but that was just fine by Cecily. If there was an issue, she trusted the elder man to point it out to her. Instead, he raised his hand, recording the approaching plane and the motorcade. It seemed a bit excessive to her, but her main experience with motorcades were for witnesses and clients involved in one of her parents' court cases. Whoever was on that plane, they had to be extremely important--and someone had to want them dead. 

As Caesar zoomed in on the image, Cecily had already spotted the water at the north end of the perimeter. Everything seemed to be coming together. This was where Alicia had been murdered. There would be a personnel listing somewhere, a photo of Prosperpine. She reached into the kit she had brought with her, grabbing a few bindles, as well as some tubes and swabs. [color=00ccff]"I'll go get the evidence we need,"[/color] Cecily said quietly, letting Caesar continue filming. Holding her supplies, she walked to the small reservoir, keeping her head down. 

Once she reached the water, Cecily crouched down, collecting fluid samples in the tubes, latex gloves on her hands. Anything that looked to be pertinent in the slightest bit, she bagged and tagged. If she saw any bugs, she bagged those as well. Forensic entomology wasn't her speciality, but she wasn't prepared to rule it out just yet as a potential source. If Alicia had been drowned here, there would be trace evidence left behind. 

As soon as she finished with her sample collection, Cecily glanced behind her, hoping to see Roy's familiar face. She trusted Caesar, but not as much as she trusted Roy. Perhaps her loyalty was based on a series of coincidences, but it didn't change anything to her. She walked back to Caesar, sliding the evidence samples into her larger bag, putting away her equipment. [color=00ccff]"The evidence will be less dilute closer to the source,"[/color] Cecily explained, eyeing the compound. [color=00ccff]"It's likely a suicide mission... but the results will be more definitive if we get inside."[/color]