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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] Zoie's brow rose slightly at Mali's words. "Yeah, well let's us justs sees if we can't keep the body bags down to a minimal," she quipped. She wasn't sure what Mali was going for with those two sentences but she was heading out in this with the plan that people were going to die, just that it could happen. She was a Southern Girl, it didn't mean she was dumb. She knew good and well that things could turn south especially in Justice. Zoie just would rather die trying to help than running. Years ago she would have thrown her own sister under a bus to stay out of trouble, in fact... Shaking her head she pushed the thought out of her head. That was not something she wanted to think about but she knew she was damned to hell for what she did. [i]"Thana...I'm sorry..."[/i] was all she would give herself right then in her mind. 

	At Mali's next words Zoie giggled, actually giggled. "You knows what, let's gets to know each others better. If we's takes a tumble I'd rather it mean somethang than treats ya like a client," she said before turning on her heels and strolling out of the room. Pulling the door shut s she went so Mali could have some privacy without having to worry about anyone walking by. Heading back down stairs she got to work on putting away dinner. There was a decent amount left, at least enough for a cold lunch tomorrow. That was if they were even at the house then. They had work to do the next day. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Roys Uber Mobile:[/color][/i][/b] - "Right, yeah," Roy said as he slowed the car down and let out a long breath. "Sorry, damned paranoid right now," he said before glancing into the review mirror. "Can you come up here please," he said moving his bag off the front seat and tossing it in the back next to Riley. "Grab that roll of bandages while your at it in my bag." 

	"And no, we aren't. Need to get to a safe house for now. I'm a little light headed," he said as his lips thinned. If Riley got in the front seat she would see that under his over shirt his white t-shirt was soaked in blood on the right side. Lifting the shirt she would see where all the blood had come from, a knife wound across his abs and around his side. Seemed things had been rather bad for Roy since the last time Riley saw him. 

	""It isn't deep but damn it is bleeding a lot. Can't pull over to wrap it up, so come on Nurse Ratchet, help your driver out so we don't get in a wreck from me passing out."