[center][color=bdaf17][b][h1]July 29[sup]th[/sup], 2371[/h1][/b][/color][h3][b][color=bdaf17]8:42AM[/color][/b]
[sub][i][color=bdaf17]Royal Family ETA:[/color] 34 Hours[/i][/sub][/h3][/center][hr][hr]
[@Lady Amalthea] While the shop didn't have top notch, super high speed internet, it wasn't like the computer was using a toaster as a router. However, despite this, it was taking an abnormally long time to find anything regarding wherever this address supposedly lead. It would have been one thing for it to have just come up with no results at all, but this was something else entirely. As the time passed, the man went from uncomfortably shifting his weight from one foot to the other to looking around the room to occupying himself by biting down on one of his thumbnails. There was no telling how much longer it would take for the damn thing to finish loading, but it probably wouldn't be more than a few more minutes. Hopefully.

[@Nallore] It would be nice if one could just go wherever they wanted to, whenever they felt like it. Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way, especially when one found themselves lacking necessary credentials. Even before getting within ten blocks of the crime scene, cops could be seen practically everywhere. They were almost more numerous than flies in a busy summer kitchen. When Anthony got closer to the front entrance, the sheer mass of the media surrounding anything they could get made progress occur at a rate that would make a snail huff in impatience. From what little he could see through the crowd, police were blocking anyone from getting much closer than 100 feet of the front entrance.