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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] - "Sorry miss, we aren't hackers. No idea why it didn't record," the rent a cop said to her. If they wanted to know how, or why, or if anything could be retrieved that would need to hire someone to do it. Not that it would help. The place wasn't exactly high tech, in fact looking at stuff they were still on VHS! Yay for state funded institutions! Can I get an Amen?

	Other than that though, it seemed like things were wrapping up at this point. There really wasn't anything else they could do unless someone knew a hacker that might be able to think outside the box and lend a hand but the Asylum seemed not to have anyone with any skill. Alicia would be been a big help right then, this type of security work was what she did and she did it well. Yet her body was getting ready to be moved to Mexico to be laid to rest, so unless someone had a way to speak to the dead it seemed like there was nothing they could do right then. 

	Upstairs the forensics crew was done and the orderlies were left to mop up the crime scene. One of them retrieving Cynthia's belongings, the team not bothering with it and for some reason it hadn't been passed onto the SWAT team who was already moving out. Seemed another call had come in so they needed to bug out then. The bag was taken to Iris and held out to her. "What do you want us to do with this?" he asked wearily. Seemed he was ready to either call it quits for the day or just quit in general. No one was getting paid enough for this shit.    

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Well that there ain't a half bad idea, yous gots brains and brawn girl," Zoie said light heartedly as she sat there. As Mali asked about Marc she shrugged a bit. "Not really sures. Haven'ts gots anything really. Just one of them guts feelin's is all but maybes I just ways off base ya knows? He's gots enoughs on his plate without mes giving him a lead that leads no where hell I don'ts know if its evens a lead. For all I knows they were buying somethangs for their living room," Zoie said after thinking on it a few minutes. 

	"Only things I do knows is they really into a lot of mythologies, especiallys artifacts," she added as she stood up. "Holds up a second," she said before wandering out of the kitchen. "Just gonna be grabbings something," she added as she walked down the hall to her study and came back shortly after with a book. Flipping it open she handed it over to Mali and showed her an [url=http://www.ancient-origins.net/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/Roman-dodecahedra-2.jpg]image[/url] in it. "Been seein' this a lots lately," she said as she sat back down and ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it a bit. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - [color=82ca9d]"Right... I'd never do anything like that,"[/color] Marc said to Riley about rushing off after Cynthia. It was obvious he was lying, Marc had never been good at lying. He could hide his facial features well enough but if he spoke his voice usually gave it away. Right then it was. [color=82ca9d]"Don't worry about it. You just stay safe, I'll be in contact,"[/color] he said before hanging up and saving the new number. He wasn't going stay on the phone any longer with her. Not that he didn't want to talk to her but he didn't want to drop any clues to his whereabouts, especially since he was pulling up to Boston Heights right then. He wasn't about to put her in more danger. 

	Roy dropped a quick text back to Cecily - [i]Only if you dress up as well and join me at ComicCon"[/i] - smirking to himself he hit send and laid the phone down before standing up and cringing slightly. 

	"Everything okay?" he asked Riley as he grabbed another shirt out of his duffle bag and slipped it on over his head slowly. "Well as okay as it can be in Justice," he followed up with a sigh. Things were never alright in Justice, there were just moments of lull where only a few people died instead of a dozen or more. Rubbing his face he looked around the room and carefully sat down on the couch. "You know, maybe I should go get us something to eat. It's getting late."