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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] - Over at the Asylum things were wrapping up and calming down, as best as it could. SWAT took the statements and cards, giving out theirs in return in case they thought of anything else. The forensics team was called over by SWAT to get finger prints of where the woman had jumped out of the window and down in the alleyway, as well as to see if they could get anything else. 

	"No, thank you," the SWAT team leader would say to anyone who asked if there was anything else they could do, he would thank them for their time, and that would be that. 

	The surveillance room was going to be a B U S T. The camera's were working but nothing had been recorded for the last forty-eight hours. They couldn't figure it out but then again this wasn't a high tech facility with hackers under their employ. This was a state run psyc ward and these were minimal wage rent a cops. The video was mostly there to use to press charges against patients that got out of hand or to use against the staff if they did anything wrong. Break outs happened but nothing like this and break-ins? Well that never happened. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Zoie nodded a bit as she set her glass down on the table and went to retrieve another one. Filling it up with water she sat it down in front of Mali before taking a seat herself. "Yeah, it's become a bit of an obsession of mine as of late," she admitted as she ruffled her hair a bit in the back. The look on her face didn't seem the expression to denote she enjoyed it being an obsession, but more of a look of a former heroine addict putting up with another NA meeting. Drained, washed out, and wishing she didn't have to be there. 

	"Workin's with Juno, they be really into this whole mythology thang. Rome, Greece, so forth. I heards a lot from them in bits and pieces. I started lookin's into those, see maybe there was some tie with it alls, especially after a call I overheards. But I kind of gots side tracked," she said picking up her own glass and taking a swing from it. Letting out a sigh she sat it down and ran her finger over the rim of the glass. "Everything was always about Greece or Rome. Then by chance I seen on my bosses screen at work somethang about Egypt. Figured I would focus on that, maybes gets ahead of them. I onlies got lost."

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - "Hope your right, don't want anymore dead bodies," he said as continued to patch himself up as best he could. Grunting from time to time. While Riley made her call he leaned back and tried to get finished up with that. Her other phone ringing and getting messages was not good. "Gotta kill that one, fast," he said quietly while she was on the phone. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Yeah, I met her at the crime scene by chance, her and that Mexican guy who lives in the same set of buildings. She is fine. But we gotta a problem Riley. Cynthia got transferred out here for some reason and was abducted. In the car now, trying to get a location on her,"[/color] he said grumbling a bit under his breath as he continued to drive through Justice. "Right, the guns. Well I think Cecily is safe with that Federale and his brickshithouse of a companion. Anyone else we should look out for?" he asked her. 

	Roy picked up his phone as the ringer went off and checked his messages. Sending one back to Cecily real fast. ~[i]I hate yellow spandex~[/i]

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial[/color][/i][/b] - The surgery kept trucking on and Natasha had been forced to take a seat on a stool at the table, giving the anesthesiologist a break while she took over for him. She was glad to sit down. Each minute that ticked by she could feel the fatigue taking over. She shouldn't have put herself in this position with still being in recovery from Chemo and Radiation. It had taken a toll on her. She knew Lincoln was going to be rather upset with her when she finally got home and ended up having to head straight back out to catch a flight to Mexico. Then again, if this surgery kept up much longer she might just have to go from the hospital straight to the airport. Lincoln might actually hunt her down in Mexico if it came to that. 

	Keeping an eye on Felix's vitals she kept him under as the lead surgeon continued to work. This part of the operation was delicate and while he wasn't setting any land speed records for eye socket repair, it was going as smooth as Natasha could hope at this point. Nothing else had gone wrong and it still looked as if they would be able to save the socket. There was still time to go though and recovery would play a big part in it. She just crossed her fingers that even if luck wasn't in their favor it wasn't against them at the moment.