[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 shrugged a bit as he slipped back further into the shadows and waited for his food. "Yeah, pretty much, but that was a given," he said before zipping up his hoodie and pulling the hood up fully. "I don't know, Riley seems the type that is too much in the spot light to be part of the underground but her sister, well there are a lot of articles on her for arrests and something about a mass killing in their home town not too long ago. Seems Riley and Chloe were there when it went down. Seems kind of odd that the two of them would be around places during two different series of killings in two different cities," he said trying to figure out how they could be involved. It just didn't make sense to him but there was little logic in the chambers of the human heart. For all he knew they were serial killers and pinning it on other people. I mean seriously, who would suspect them? 

	[@Morose] - "Want to get some food? Kitchens open and I got the munchies still. Didn't get to finish my burrito before we headed out earlier," Ronnie said before waiving at the bartender and scooting out of his seat. "What do you want?" he asked Chloe. Once she gave him her order, if she wanted anything Ronnie headed over to the bar and waited for Scott to have a free moment so he could put their order in. It was still too early for the waitresses to show up, they probably would be heading in about the same time that they were heading out. Looking back over at Chloe he smiled a bit and gave her a cheeky grin before sticking his tongue out playfully. Cocking a brow and wondering who she was texting but he wasn't going to ask. He knew better than to pry into her personal life. 

	[@Nallore] [@Scallop] -  Things outside are calm and after a few minutes Marc comes back to the door and holsters his pistol. [color=82ca9d]"All clear you two, come on in,"[/color] he said before stepping back inside and waiting for them to enter. Once they were inside he shut the door and locked it up tight. The place was a mess but didn't look like it had been tossed, just that things were not as tiddy as someone might think an ex marine would keep them. There were several broken pictures in frames on the coffee table. Pictures of Lawson and some dark brunette, Riley would know the woman, it was Adelaide. The frames were shattered, as if a fist had gone through them, a lot of empty booze bottles, and even a single crushed wedding band tossed carelessly on top of the broken glass. Sighing Marc rubbed the back of his neck. [color=82ca9d]"Thought he was handling the divorce better than this,"[/color] Marc said as he looked over at Riley. Feeling his phone go off he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the text. A small smile came to his face as he quickly replied - [i]"Whenever you are ready I'll be there for you. Just tell me what you need,"[/i] he sent back before shoving his phone back into his pocket. 

	[@Morose] [@Sigil] - Things in the hanger are not going to good. Cecily is bleeding and it needs to stop. Thing is even if you get out of there do you really want to take her to the hospital that was just under investigation where the Coroner was killed out right in the ICU? Well first things first. Shooting outside has stopped but that was to be expected, they are closing ranks and listening for shit. Inside the hanger is pretty bare, there is only what looks like a souped up golf cart in there as far as vehicles go. There are a couple of tanks of jet fuel though and for fucking Christ.... Over handing on the door to the office etched on the wood like it should say Manager or something was another set of words - Alicia Gonzalez - Why the hell does Alicia have an office in a hanger surrounded by these fuckers? Well if anything, if you can get inside, the door is locked if checked, at least it is another wall between you and fuckers. Better run, a team of eight of pushing in through the main front entrance of the hanger and as soon as they spot you two, they open fire.