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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 moved quickly and as soon as her feet touched the pavement below in the alleyway the rope detached. It wasn't but two steps and a door to a car was open for them from the inside, she had someone with her. Cynthia was pushed into the car followed by the woman. 

	Marc lowered his gun and rushed over, trying to get a look as he pulled his phone out. [color=82ca9d]"I need a locator turned on. No I can't wait for that shit, just get it turned on! I have a hostage situation! Code Omega, Zulu, Theta, 45 Niner. Yes, send coordinates to my phone, now!"[/color] he said before hanging up and shoving the phone back into his vest pocket. Marc had known Cynthia for a long time and after everything that went down back in Grimm he stepped over the line and made sure there was a tracking chip in her. It wasn't exactly legal but he worried about her. She had been hell to deal with in High School but now she was just a victim. He knew he couldn't always be around so he wanted to make sure he knew where she was at all times if something went wrong. 

	Sighing he kicked the wall out of frustration. He wanted to chase after them, put a bullet through that woman's head but he still had a job to do. And he knew this woman was key in that investigation. He had to find out where she was hold up. This might be his only chance. Let them get to where they were going and then hit them. He just hoped that Cynthia wouldn't get caught in the cross fire but by the look of the Mexican, she just might. 

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	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Relic closed himself away in his room, shutting the door behind him. Zoie on the other hand wasn't exactly ready to turn in yet. She kept with the cleaning up of the kitchen and getting things situated. Once that was done she headed out the front door, leaving it open and the screen shut behind her. Taking a long breath she looked over the fields and headed towards the horse barn, the goat following her closely on her heels but not bumping into her. His little bell around his neck clanging away as he did and baahing every so often. 

	Grabbing the pitch fork Zoie got to moving dry hay into the horse stalls and doing her evening chores for the place. She normally had a Hand around to take care of things but she had sent him off for the night. Thankfully it didn't seem off to him. She did it all the time when she actually had a night off as it were and took care of things around her home herself. She liked the work and it helped her clear her mind. Plus she figured that after tonight it would probably be a while before she was able to enjoy a peaceful moment like this again. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Roys Uber Mobile:[/color][/i][/b] - "I will I will," Roy said to Riley about pulling over if he needed to so that she could drive. He was feeling it but it wasn't enough that he was going to let someone else drive yet. He grunted as he bandaged him up. It wasn't the best job but getting wrapped by someone without training in the middle of driving made for bad circumstances. It could have been worse and it was enough for now. "Screw that, I have a better chance of living if I stay away from the hospital," he said between clenched teeth. 

	"We'll be there shortly, then I can get better look at it and you can make your call but wait. I have a secure phone. We don't know if they have tapped yours," he said as he turned down a street and headed towards a worse part of town than Boston Heights was in. 

	Riley's phone went off, a text message from an unknown source. [i]"Don't test us, deliver the goods or more die."[/i]

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - Things in the OR seemed to be going. The lead surgeon was finally able to get things cleaned up and everything was prepped. Now was the moment of truth, could they save the eye? Just as Dr. Brinne had thought, there was not saving it but she couldn't fault the surgeon for trying. She would have as well. There was always that small percentage chance that things would work out in their favor. Sadly this was not one of those times. But all hope was not lost yet. Felix's vitals seemed to be doing fine now and he was holding steady. They determined they could at least try to save the socket at this point. He was holding strong enough for the time it would take to see. If they could then maybe one day he could get a transplant. But only time would tell. Natasha wasn't a religious person but she said a little prayer that they could at least do this for him as she worked as second.