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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]
	
	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Chicago Heights:[/color][/i][/b] - Iris would have plenty to do that morning even though she was not on call at the asylum that morning. There were emails a plenty from patients families wondering just what in the hell happened yesterday and that they were told basically nothing from the staff. She had only been there a short time but whatever established staff was there had no problem passing on the doctors name and email to her. 

	There was even an Email from the board...[i]Due to recent events, the staff is being directed to speak to no one about the events that supposedly occurred on May 21st. We will be delivering a statement to the press by 4p.m. today.[/i] - It was short, sweet, to the point and basically rang of gag order. Seemed someone didn't get the message though because at the door there was a knock. On the other side was Amy Adams with her camera man and she looked to be hungry for anything but breakfast. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - The rest made their way into the kitchen and had a seat to grab breakfast. Zoie had cooked more than enough and it seemed everyone was digging in. Marc looked over at Mali and let out a sigh. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, well it's been an interesting last few days to say the least. Glad to know you aren't one of the bodies on a slab in the morgue,"[/color] Marc said as he pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Flipping through the images that were sent to him he cocked a brow slightly before sending a message back to Iris.

	[color=82ca9d][i]"I think you may have just broke the case.."[/i][/color] he typed in before sending the text back to Iris. Rubbing his face he looked at the pictures a few for minutes as Zoie told Relic to make sure to get more than the little he was putting on his plate. Sighing he sent out another text...[color=82ca9d][i]"I'm alive and safe, guns taken care of; stay safe today."[/i][/color] he typed out real quick and sent to Riley. Putting his phone away he turned his attention to the meal. 

	[color=82ca9d]"So, anyone learn anything?"[/color] he asked before taking a bite of a piece of bacon. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - Roy looked over to Riley and then down at his side. "It's stiff as hell but feeling better," he said before taking a seat next to Riley and grabbing one of the burritos that were left for them. Watching Riley for a minute, he stood back up and went over to one of the bag along the wall. Digging through it before shrugging to himself and picking it up. Bringing it back over to her he set it on the table with a bit of a grunt, his side hurting a little from lifting it.

	"Some clothes in here, wigs, make up. Bag is Risa's bug out bag. Might be something in there you could use," he said as he reached in and pulled out a wig. "Maybe go incognito today," he chuckled as he looked at it before tossing it back into the bag and taking his seat again. "There are towels and soap in the bathroom if you want to grab a shower." 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - The room did not hold much that a standard ICU room didn't. It had standard walls, except for the main one where the door leading out to the Nurses area was, it was glass but at least had curtains for privacy. Sadly there were no windows. There was no bathroom adjoined to the room, just a toilet seat with a screen separating it from the rest of the room. The IV was hooked up and running, solution with whatever meds were pumped into it pushing into Felix's vein on his left hand, the needle itself taped down to make sure it didn't move too much if he did. Oxygen tubes were hooked to the wall, running long until they came up and curled beneath his nostrils. A few blankets on the bed, which had a remote attached to it - call button, buttons to sit the bed up or lay it down, and to turn the TV on. 

	The broth was basic at best, as was the rest of the meal. It would be a long road to recovery - if something did happen, chances were not good that he could make a break for it. Blood loss, surgery, a missing eye with gauze taped over it, no clothing, a simple hospital gown, and a room with a 1 way exit made for poor escape plans. So many hours under anesthesia would leave the body worn and drained, tightness in the bowels, and more. Loss of so much blood would lead to days of lightheadedness and dizziness even with transfusions. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Airport:[/color][/i][/b] - Natasha bit her bottom lip as she watched the video of Alicia. Glancing over at Caesar she knew the feeling. Not of losing a child but of losing a loved one. The doctor thought back to when she had lost her mother when she was young, how she felt when her father had died in her arms. She doubted either of those circumstances could compare to having a child murdered. She doubted even the pain she had gone through with her own surgeries could even come close. 

	The pilot nodded and made his way back into the cockpit, closing the door behind him as the main door to the plane was shut by their inflight male steward. He took his seat as the general announcement went over the intercom; informing the passengers it would be a little more than six hours until they arrived to their destination but that the weather seemed to be in their favor so there shouldn't be any delays. Natasha looked over towards Cecily and smiled slightly to her. [color=f26522]"Once we get to cruising height, I want to look at your wound and change the bandages,"[/color] she said as she leaned back in her seat and the plane taxied down the runway. 

	In the airport itself, things were busy. It was Monday morning and early. Business people were rushing from one part of the airport to another to catch their flights or their connections. The food stops along the way all had long lines as people stared down at their phones, hardly paying any attention to the rest of the world moving around them. It was no wonder that airports were easy targets for bombings. No one noticed much of anything going on. Either talking on the phone, texting, plugged into whatever outlet they could find to charge their devices, eating, reading, running. They were so focused on their own lives, it hardly registered that anyone else had a life of their own. That was unless they bumped into someone. Thought at least it seemed right then in Justice, at least the planes were running on schedule. A flight was due in from Seattle at Gate A17 in 45 minutes.