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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] - The woman just cackled a bit, pulling Cynthia closer to her and pushing the needle a little bit deeper as she turned slightly. One man behind her, others in front of her. The situation didn't look good but that didn't seem to phase the woman. Something clicked in her mind and was either pulling her out of the insanity or driving her further into it. It was hard to tell. Yet she stepped, slowly and put her back against the window, using Cynthia as a meat shield and keeping her vitals covered by her daughter. 

	"Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez, age 65, born May 15th in Monterrey, Mexico. Ey' Chihuahua. Former Federale, owner of Machete Security Solutions. Better wise know in the industry as El Jefe. Married to Maria Santiago at one point but your divorced now. She just couldn't take the life style. You enjoy bird watching, tequila, and fuzzy bunny slippers. Before the divorce Maria gave birth to a little girl. One Alicia Maria Juanita Sophia Gonzalez, aka Taco Belle. You raised her to be everything you were because she wouldn't have it any other way."

	The woman spoke clearly but the look in her eyes was anything but that of clarity. "Being a father, there is one thing I know you won't do. Cause the death of someone's daughter," she said flatly as her eyes darted between Caesar, Keystone, and Marc. "Really going to let this little girl pay the ultimate price? Just to kill someone? Oh you want me dead, and sure I should die. One day. But not today and not for killing Alicia." Her voice was steady and even. Was she really trying to push his buttons or was there more to it. There was a flash in her eyes before she spoke again and the first hint of emotion came through. "I didn't kill your M'hija and if you kill me, you'll never find out who did."

	Sounds of sirens started to come in from the distance, it seemed that the SWAT team was finally getting closer. "Oh, that would be my ride. Lovely talking to you all," she said as a smirk crawled across her features. Without warning the window behind her blew out. "Toodles!" she cackled as the debris flew through the room and she jumped back, out the third story window. Her legs wrapping around Cynthia, taking her with the maniac. Was she jumping to her death? And taking her daughter with her. No. They landed on the fire escape just a few feet down. The woman moved quickly, fastening a belay onto her waist and rolling off the rusted steel stairs, a rope repelling her and her daughter down further towards street level in the alleyway. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Son of a bitch!"[/color] Marc yelled as he ducked for a second to avoid the shrapnel that blew half way down the hall. Glass, wire, metal, scattering everywhere. [color=82ca9d]"Don't shoot!"[/color] he yelled as he sprinted towards the window. He didn't want the woman to get away but like hell if he was losing Cynthia to a fire fight. 
	
	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Oh that," Zoie said and nodded a bit. "Well me telling you, even if you are a stranger is because of Daniel. If he trusts you, then I do. Granted he and I aren't close," she said losing a bit of her accent and putting on a more formal tone and syntax to her talking than she had had earlier. Sounded more like she was on the job now than letting herself just be her. 

	"We haven't been in a long time..." Zoie said thinking back to the day that she had all but lost every last ounce of respect her brother had once held for her. They had been close but her demons had caught up with her and she had to pay the price. Zoie, truth be told, had been a little shit growing up. Especially to her twin sister. So much in fact it lead to an [i]incident[/i] and Thana had lost any chance of ever having children. It was all Zoie's fault, though she never admitted it until she was much older and only to Daniel. That day he pushed her away and started to try to track Thana down. She had been the outcast of the family for so long and once Daniel learned the truth he was determined to try to reconnect with her. Thana has been anything but receptive to it. 

	Pushing the memories to the back of her mind and sighed a bit looking at Mali. "I have sins to pay for, this is my way of making amends," she said in a sorrowful voice before standing up and clearing her throat. "Um yeah, I'll get you one of my cover cards in the morning that has a secure number and email on it."

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - Roy looked over to Riley as she got into the car and as soon as the door was closed he hit the accelerator peddle and sped out of there. The man managed to fire of several shots, hitting the car but not doing any serious damage. Thankfully no one was hurt. "Long story. Heard over the scanner about the Asylum, some of the images were uploaded to the police database. Saw you getting into an ambulance, figured I would try here first to find you," Roy explained quickly as he weaved in and out of traffic, racing away from the hospital as quickly as he could and praying to whatever god that was listening that the so called Uber Driver was not following them. "Glad I did... That [url=https://bkhemphill.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/tumblr_mszs7nwwsa1qcgj4mo2_500.gif]man[/url] is known as Mr. March. He was at your apartment complex the night Danica was killed. He was retired but after White killed himself, I dunno..." he said as he continued to speed off. "Are you alright?" 

	Back in the hospital things were going slow when it came to Felix's surgery. Granted that was to be expected, they were only an hour into what looked to be an eight hour operation. Natasha watched carefully and assisted where need be but she had figured out within the first hour during prep that the chances of saving the eye were low. Prepping Felix was nearly complete, they had cleaned the area, removed the bandage, and shaved part of his hair to keep it back and the area sterile. The last thing he needed was an infection so close to the brain cavity.