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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Sunday May 21th, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/i][/b] - Marc's eyes snapped over to the woman who spoke and Cynthia looked up and then beamed with the brightest childlike smile. "Mommy!" she cried out and rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around the woman and hugging her tightly. The woman's arms came around Cynthia slowly but she returned the hug and rested her hand on the back of Cynthia's head. 

	"Saw the mess, you okay?" she asked, ignoring the question from Iris but keeping an eye on her and Marc as Cynthia continued to cling on her. 

	"Oh yeah, I'm fine! I painted the prettiest picture! And then another girl painted an even prettier one! She was awesome mom!" Cynthia said brightly, as if they were talking about crayons and paper instead of crayons and blood. 

	Marc didn't like this one bit, he had never seen this woman in his life. Not when it was concerned with Cynthia that was. But he knew her face, he had seen her in files before but there was nothing that could ever be tied to her. Marc took a protective step in front of Iris and kept his vest and jacket pulled back, making sure he had quick access to his gun. He wasn't going to hesitate putting a bullet through her skull if needed. 

	The woman smirked a bit as she watched Marc move. "Cynthia, sweetie, we are going to play a little game."

	"Oooo! What game," she asked enthusiastically. 

	"Hostage, play along sweetie, I'll get you a gallon of strawberry quick if you do good," she said s the cold smirk grew. Marc felt a knot in his stomach but before he could draw his gun the woman had spun Cynthia around and placed her in a hold with syringe of blue liquid pressed to her neck. Cynthia looked so excited but then she realized the game was one and she started to look panicked. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Let her go..."[/color] Marc growled as he pointed his gun towards the woman but she kept Cynthia well placed in front of her. 

	"Oh no! Help! Let me go!" Cynthia screamed out, whether or not she was playing at this point was anyone's guess, perhaps it was both. The syringe partially pushed into her throat and it was clear the wince of pain was real. 

	"Now, let's not be stupid. You pull the trigger and I get hit my hand tenses and you can say by by to the girl," the woman stated coldly. 

	Over in the "attack room" the orderlies gave a quick run down of what they had seen and took the bags to put their clothing in, they would need to find some thing else to wear first. "Security cameras? Yeah, those are on the fifth floor main building to the west. Administration. They can get you a copy, we aren't allowed in there. Only Admin, Security, and well cops, but figure you count under the cop umbrella."

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] -  Zoie looked over to Mali and nodded a bit. "Wells it has an hasn't. Alicia being killed has done some major damage to their front, they be looking for someone to replace her now. Thing is finding someone with her skill. They don't like the three legged versions of our species," she said glancing over at Relic. "Strict girls club. Like Mean Girls on steroids," she said before leaning forward and rubbing her hands together. 

	"Hey," Relic said but letting whatever he was going to say pass. 

	"Right now I gots to wait to hear back from my handler in Juno. I can'ts be risking getting in contact with Marc until things calm down and right now, don't be looking like it gonna be calming down anytime soon." Taking a breath she leaned back on the couch and her brow perked as she watched Mali. "Rights now I need a damn good cover story to cuts back on my clients," she added. 

	"Zo! You mean you actually? You know?" Relic asked stumbling over his words as the realization of what his sister did actually and fully dawned on him. 

	"Yeah, ain't nothin. Oldest profession and all that jazz," she said chuckling. The shade of red in his face was totally worth his embarrassment in her eyes. 

	"But I mean, you..." he tried to say and Zoie couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes. Clearing his throat and trying to appear helpful he finally asked a question. "So um, how would you cut down? You know on.. clients?"

	Zoie smiled and glanced towards Mali. "I take on an exclusive."

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - Natasha took the paper and nodded before folding it up and tucking it into her pocket. [color=f26522]"I will, since you are going to wait you are welcome to wait in the family room. If there are any updates before you leave I will make sure to come to you directly. Let me know if there is anything else you need,"[/color] she said as she gave Riley her card before rushing off to the ER. She had work to do and while she wasn't the lead surgeon on this case she could at least assist and make sure things went alright. Not that she had any doubts in the surgeon that was on the lead, he was excellent but Felix came in and was her patient. She would see it through. 

	On her way to the ER she texted Cecily to let her know what was going on, glad she had entered all the pertinent numbers into her cell when she was back in the morgue earlier that day. [color=f26522][i]"Had to report to the Hospital for an emergency. We are code black here. Will be in surgery most of the night, some kid had an eye gouged out. Will do my best to make the flight in the morning."[/i][/color] - Hitting send as she moved through the halls towards the OR she shoved her phone back into her pocket and stuck her ear bud in her lobe in case she got something back. Thank god for wireless. 

	The waiting room for families was a bit nicer than the Er waiting room that was for sure. Couches and comfortable chairs. Coffee, other drinks, snacks and so forth were laid out for the few people in there. It was far less crowded than the main room. There was a TV in the corner with Amy Adam's report from earlier being replayed. The few people in there were huddled together, seemed and looked like they were all members of a single group. Though they didn't stay long, something about going to visit the hospital chapel to pray from the eldest woman in the group before the walked out and headed down the hallway. 

	Then the help scream rang out and the orderlies eyes widened. "What the fuck now?" one of them grunted. Down the hallway Cynthia was backing out of the room slowly being held tight by her [i]mom[/i] and being half drug down the hallway towards the back of the wing floor, away from the rest of everyone. [color=82ca9d]Doc, stay in here,"[/color] Marc said as he followed, his gun trained on the woman but he couldn't pull the trigger yet, he couldn't risk Cynthia.