[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Safe House[/center][hr]

Lucas offered little more than a shrug at Roy's first question, chances are he didn't want to know more, and it seems that was the case as he moved on to his next point. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between Risa and Roy. [b][color=686F91]"Well, assuming Argus might be turning, you think what, they might've helped blow up the UN?"[/color][/b] He questioned, the idea was something he would have considered absurd, but thinking it through, it wasn't so far fetched. For an organization who specialized in the kind of work as destablizing regimes and causing chaos, bombing the UN wasn't remotely out of the realm of possibility, especially if they were working with this group.

[b][color=686F91]"And at least we know for sure now that bombing wasn't for me or Risa, doubt she'd have helped us otherwise, if she's involved."[/color][/b] Lucas theorized with a shrug as he moved closer to look over the images as well, picking up the ones of the roller derby in particular as he sighed, shrugging as he looked over to the others. [b][color=686F91]"Any idea where she'd be now? Just at the hospital?"[/color][/b]

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[center][h1][color=236672]Scott Fairburne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=236672]Location:[/color][/b]AfterDark[/center][hr]

[b][color=236672]"Glass of water it is, my friend."[/color][/b] Scott said as he grabbed a class, bringing it to the sink to fill it up, not bothering with the ice as requested as he set it back down on the counter before Mali, turning to Relic as he spoke up again. Giving him a nod. [b][color=236672]"Opened a little while ago, what's the order?"[/color][/b] He asked, moving to fill up another glass with some cola and ice as he set it back down, moving to get the order ready in case he did fancy eating something.
 
While he waited, he let his eyes drift further up the bar, back toward Trisha, she seemed to be having an interesting discussion, as was essentially any discussion she seemed to have in that bar. He noticed as she slipped the man she was with an envelope, at that point turning his gaze away, whatever kind of business she, or the people she was speaking with were involved in, it was the kind he didn't like.