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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]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Sure thang," Zoie said as she leaned back against the door frame once Mali had taken the clothing. "I know it ain't be much but we can worries about style tomorrows," she said, smiling slightly. At Mali's declaration or more so question that she didn't speak much Zoie cocked a brow. That was a bit unexpected. Thinking on it though she really hadn't said much that evening, more so of delivering what information she felt was most needed and leaving the flavoring text to the wind. 

	"Guess nots, least not tonights. Usually yous can'ts shuts me up but todays... well been a day," she said with a bit of a sigh. "Brother usually be the quiet one and mes the talkative one," she said pushing off the door frame and walking back fully into the room. Walking over to the bed she sat down on the edge and looked over towards Mali. "You wantin' me to talks more? Or yous gots somethang on yer mind you wants to talk about? I be all ears or mouth, either ways. Just be figurin' you wants to be getting cleaned up and rested afters everythang. Don't knows what yous and Daniel's been up to but knowin' him he ain't been a quiet day."

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - None of the Ubers that Riley checked seemed to be the one she was looking for. It wasn't until she got to the end of the Uber line that she made any progress. A hand waved from behind the wheel of a rather beat up Honda Accord. It didn't look like the type of vehicle one wanted to travel in. That was until the face of the driver came into light as a car passed it going the opposite direction. It was Det. Roy Gregory, looking a little worse for wear and rather adamant about Riley hurrying up over to him. 

	"Riley, get in," he called out from the rolled down window. It was about that time another driver who had a nice Toyota Avalon with an Uber sticker on his front windshield started to get out of his car. 

	"Miss? You called for an Uber?" he asked but Roy hit the gas on his own car and blocked the man. "Hey, watch it! I'm walkin' here!" the man yelled, his accent suddenly changing. 

	"Girl get in!" Roy yelled as he unlocked the back door on the driver side and flung the door open for her. Waiting for her to get in before he did anything else but it seemed the man Roy had cut off was not happy and that he was now reaching behind him, trying to get at his gun. He was effectively pinned against his car for now but how long that would last was anyone's guess.