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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] - SWAT still hadn't arrived and there was no sound of sirens to even denote they were close. Outside people were pushed back even further but the local PD was not entering yet. Either they were afraid to or had orders not to. Either way, there was no additional help there at that moment. Well, except a large man with a gun who came up near Marc. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Don't fire."[/color] Marc's voice was short and even as he spoke, last thing he needed was some new comer to the scene making things worse. It seemed though he already had as agitation was easily read on the woman's face when her eyes narrowed. 

	"Aww you think a big brut like you is gonna make my knees knock? Sorry to disappoint you, they couldn't make me tremble at Tutwiler, so you don't stand a chance. Now, drop the weapons or pretty girl here is gonna be foaming at the mouth like a latte," she said. Cynthia still squirming a bit and yelling out for help but it seemed the longer the little game went by the more scared she seemed and the less acting she seemed to be doing. 

	The woman didn't notice the door being cracked open behind her as she spoke and her words went out into the back stair well. [i]"Tutwiler..."[/i] That word would ring a bell with the old Mexican. Kelley was an inmate there before she moved out to Seattle. 
	
	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Zoie cocked a brow at Mali's words, she hadn't expected that. Granted she also hadn't expected the woman to actually take her up on the suggestion. "Fair enough," she replied as she watched woman. Zoie couldn't promise the woman wouldn't die if she did this, she couldn't promise she would die if she didn't. She was glad she didn't ask her to lie and promise anything of the sort. 

	Zoie got up off the couch and motioned for Mali to follow her after saying a few words to her brother about Mali being right and needing to get wound down for the evening. The hour was still early for Zoie, normally being more of a night owl because of work and Juno. She doubted Relic would listen to her, knowing him he would be breaking out his computer and getting to work himself. On what she didn't have a clue. He might work on what they had spoken about or a thousand other things. Was up in the air with him. 

	Heading up the stairs Zoie showed Mali one of the spare bedrooms and the adjoining bathroom. "Hold up one sec," she said before walking out of the room and down the hallway. After a few minutes she came back with fresh towels and some clothing. "This should work. Cans gets ya better t'morrow but be rights comfortable enoughs to sleep in," she said. "Feels free to takes a shower, ain't no TV up here but there's books in me study downstairs if yas gets bored. Feels free to raids the kitchen if ya get hungries again. Makes yerself at home." 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - Things at the hospital had gone from Code Black to Code Red, meaning it was still busy as hell but at least now it had calmed down enough to where they were just on the brink of chaos, not actually in the middle of it. It was dark outside now and the evening had fully arrived, along with a slight cooling in temperature. It was Sunday evening which normally meant the city got quieter than it normally was, as if the town was bracing itself for the week to come. Mondays were never easy, especially in Justice. Cars were coming and going, taxi's and the like as people were leaving, the parking lot shifting scenes as people clocked out for the day and the night crew clocked in. Several Ubers were outside, which was Riley's was anyone's guess. 

	In the OR, the operation had not even begun. Normally they would have fully prepped a patient before they were put under but due to the location of the damage they had to do things a little bit out of order. They couldn't effectively prep Felix with him still moving around since it was his eye they were trying to save. Natasha held out little hope that the eye could be saved but she knew the lead surgeon would try nonetheless.  Even if they couldn't, it would at least give them better insight to how much damage was there and if the socket could be saved and prepped for a transplant at a later date or if the man would be walking around like a pirate for the rest of his life. Looking at the clock Natasha knew this was going to be an all nighter, she was not going to be bright eyed and bushy tailed come the flight out of Justice. She just hoped she could get some sleep on the plane.