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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]
	
	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Chicago Heights:[/color][/i][/b] - Amy Adams smiled brightly as the door opened, the camera man pointing the camera at her and Iris. "This is Amy Adams live with Channel 6 news, speaking with Dr. Iris Kingston. Dr. Kingston, yesterday we caught live footage of a man being taken in an ambulance with what looked like traumatic damage to his face as well as bodies being taken out later in body bags. Not to mention the arrival of the SWAT team at the Justice Asylum. Would you care to comment to on the matter? Sources tell us that not only was at least one person killed, but another was kidnapped! A patient of yours. How does that make you feel?" she rambled off quickly before shoving the mic into Iris's face.  

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Zoie gave Marc a quick run down of a few things but she didn't bring up the whole thing with the items her and Mali had spoken about the night before. Marc listened and gave a quick nod before looking over at Mali. [color=82ca9d]"Well, then you are one up on me. My taste in novels blew when I was in high school,"[/color] he said chuckling a bit before looking back down at his phone. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Zoie... take a look at this... Is this who I think it is?"[/color] he asked before handing the phone over to her. Zoie took the phone and glanced at the image that was pulled up on the screen. She chocked a brow and then nodded. 

	"Yeah, I pretty damns sure that be Barney Ross," she said before handing the phone back to him. It was a name that was pretty well known in world - he had infomercials on the TV constantly with his work out program. It was like P90 to the extreme. He was known as a trainer, one of the worlds tops these days for Body Builders and had coached the last three Mr. Universes and last years Ms. Universe. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Yeah, that's what I thought, what in the hell is he doing in a family picture with Proserpine..."[/color] he muttered under his breath. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - Roy looked over at Riley once she was finished changing and gave her two very enthusiastic thumbs up. "Damn girl, like the look. Think you would fool your own mother with that. Should be helpful," he said as he stood up slowly and groaned a bit. "Well there are a couple of things I think we need to look into but first things first," he added as he stepped over to the wall and grabbed an empty dufflebag. 

	He started picking our several different guns and ammo for it. "I think it's time for you to learn how to use some of these. even if you never need it better to know how to use it. Fuck, if Justice doesn't kill you, maybe some stalker fan will try. Can't always count on a hired body guard," he said as he zipped up the bag and looked over to her. "So, what do you say? Ready to become a badass?" he said trying to lighten the mood. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]MSS Private Jet:[/color][/i][/b] - The plane taxied down the runway and slowly started gaining speed. There was a feel of gravity kicking in as the wheels left the ground and it started to ascend into the sky. Natasha placed her hand on her stomach, she already felt queezy from her medication, this was not making it any better. Looking over towards Caesar she nodded a bit. [color=f26522]"Wouldn't matter for me I don't know how to use a gun,"[/color] she admitted. She kind of wished she did now, Lincoln did and he on more than one occasion had offered to teach her but she had never gotten around to it. 

	[color=f26522]"Though, guess I might want to leave these on the plane,"[/color] she said as she reached under her seat and pulled out her carry on. Unzipping it she pulled out a matching set of daggers. They weren't hers but a friends. [color=f26522]"Friend left these at my place and figured I'd bring them along considering everything. Knives I know, guns I don't,"[/color] she added before zipping it back up and sliding it back under the seat. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her swiss army knife. [color=f26522]"Don't think this will be a problem though, least I hope not."[/color]

	Shrugging she put it back away and undid opened her purse, pulling out a small black bag as the pilot announced they had reached cruising altitude. [color=f26522]"Cecily, how about we take a look and get that wound a new bandage on it."[/color]

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Airport:[/color][/i][/b] - Time was ticking away slowly in the airport. The arrivals were on the boards through out the place and the one from Seattle seemed to be running on time, T-Minus 30 minutes until touch down. Granted that probably meant 45 to an hour until the plane was actually deboarded. Still the airport was a good place for people watching. It was like Walmart on crack... People in pajamas, leather, feathers in their hair. There was even one woman running around in her workout gear looking as if she decided since she had to wait on her flight that she would do her daily run right there in airport. She had already done three laps passed Keystone at this point. What the fuck was with Americans?