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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] - Marc cocked a brow slightly. [color=82ca9d]"I'm not taking statements, he is,"[/color] he said motioning over to the Lead SWAT team member. Marc wondered just how backwards things went here. Sure he was FBI but this kidnapping wasn't part of the FBI investigation officially, yet. this scene was under the jurisdiction of the city for now. 

	"Yes, that would be me you all need to report to before you leave this building," the Swat Leader stated frankly. He hoped they had heard them before they left the scene. "They work for the city?" he asked a bit confused. 

	[color=82ca9d]"The girl does, not sure what the others are when it comes to this,"[/color] Marc admitted before looking back over to Iris as she came back with the copies of the records. [color=82ca9d]"Thank you,"[/color] he said softly, his tone changing a bit as he flipped through them again and then pulled out his card and handed it over to her. Leaning in he whispered against her ear. [color=82ca9d]"I'll find her, I promise,"[/color] he said quietly before righting himself. He had a look of determination and sincerity in his eyes. 

	At the murder scene things were wrapping up, things were bagged and tagged and they were just waiting on Cecily to sign off so they could turn over the scene back to the hospital for clean up. Marc took the files and tucked them under his arm before bidding the doctor a good evening and wishing her good luck. Stepping down the hall now that his duties were finished, giving his statement and what not, he made his way downstairs and out the building. Once outside he pulled out his phone to dial Riley's number, hoping she would pick up. He had run off on her and now he didn't know where she was. Things had finally calmed down and he hoped she was okay. He figured she had gone with Felix to the hospital and he had to wonder if the man was still alive. Maybe Riley could give some answers. 

	Though it seemed someone else was trying to call him as he got a ring from an unknown number. Cocking a brow he answered it. [color=82ca9d]"Agent Tinder, who is this?"[/color] he asked, not knowing Riley was using a burner phone. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Zoie looked over at Mali as she came in. "A little," she admitted before stepping over to the woman and taking a look at the books that she had chosen. "Seems ya found a few that gots yer interest," she said looking over the titled before heading over to the cabinet to get a glass out. 

	"That one on Kalabsha is pretty dang interestin'. It was constructed for Mandulis. Nubian version of Horus," she said as she grabbed a glass and walked over to the faucet; filling it with water as she continued. "The temple had to be moved b'cause it was constantly being flood because of a dam that were built. Probably a good thang to. If Mandulis was actually Horus, well - the Wadjet ended up being associated with others as well. Ones of them be Bastet and well cats don't be liking waters from what I knows," she said with a shrug as she walked over to the table and sat down. 

	"Any reasons why yours checking those out?" she asked before taking a long drink of water. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - Roy chuckled a bit. "You, get into trouble? Never," he said with a smirk as he started to go through the supplies that Riley had brought over to him. As she asked who else, he looked around and sighed a bit.

	"Oh, two others from your building. They just moved into town. Lucas and Risa," he said before leaning back in his seat a bit and trying to take the pressure off his side without stretching it out too much. "Risa was supposed to be recovering after an attack but they headed out a while ago. I haven't heard from them since they left. Hope they are okay. No one has answered the phone I gave them and with this city, that usually means something bad has happened," he said before shaking his head a bit. 

	"You're welcome," he said as he looked over to her when she thanked him. "My job, you know, that whole protect and serve line. Serving is a bit lacking but trying my damnedest to protect these days," he said before he started to unwrap what Riley had done in the car and clean out the stab wound, hissing from between clenched teeth as he did. Glancing at his phone he hoped he would hear back from Cecily soon, he wanted to be sure she wasn't in as bad a shape as he was. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial[/color][/i][/b] - Natasha was feeling the fatigue and had been sent out of the OR to take a short break. Recovering from Cancer was not the easiest thing and today had been a lot more trying than ones she had grown accustomed to. Right then all she wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed, and curl up against Lincoln. She could, they didn't really need a second surgeon in there at this point but Felix was her patient and she had promised Riley she would send word to her. 

	Thinking about Riley she pulled out the number the girl had given her and dialed the phone, but it went straight to voice mail. Sighing she left a message. "Hey, it's Dr. Brinne. Surgery is still on going. We were not able to save the eye but we seemed to have been able to save the socket. He is stable and doing well. The surgery should last another four hours and then recovery. I will keep you posted. Have a good night," she said into the phone as she left the message before hanging up. 

	Rising from her spot she downed a cup of cold coffee in one gulp before making her way back to the scrub room. She had to rescrub, regown, and reglove before she could go back in. She wasn't taking any shortcuts and putting her patient at risk. He had been through enough that evening.