[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ed1c24][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Chapter%20Two%3A%20Retribution&name=SATAM___.ttf&size=50&style_color=ed1c24[/img][hr][img]http://www.lowbird.com/data/images/2009/06/aceeyepoke.gif[/img][/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][center][h3] [b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Nallore] [@Scallop][/center][hr][hr] [b][i][color=ed1c24]Chicago Heights:[/color][/i][/b] - "FBI?" Amy said, it was a question but more of a question to herself as she jotted down what Iris had to say now that they were off camera. Flipping the notebook closed she slipped it into her purse and nodded, a bit of a smirk on her lips as she pulled out her card and handed it over to Iris. "Think of anything else, do call me," she said before turning around and heading down the steps. Stopping at the van where her camera man was loading things up she looked back at Iris. "I'll be in touch, watch your back," she added. There was a bit of finality in her voice as the camera man pushed open the front passenger side door from his driver seat. Amy climbed in and gave a bit of a look towards Iris as they drove off. [b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - Relic laughed a bit as he was called an ass and shrugged. Marc on the other hand wasn't laughing and Zoie looked like she was about to thwap her brother upside the back of the head. "One way to find out," Relic added before glancing over towards Zoie. They stared at each other for a few minutes. Brows raising between them, it looking as if they were having a wordless conversation. The further it got along the more Zoie looked as if he was asking the impossible. "Come on," Relic finally said as he closed his computer. "Are you trying to get me killed? She'll take my damn head off!" Zoie finally snapped. "Then don't get caught." [color=82ca9d]"What? Who?"[/color] Marc finally asked before looking over towards Mali confused as hell. "Uh huh, no way." "Zatara Lyo," Relic said as his sister shook her head. Marc nearly spit out his coffee. [color=82ca9d]"The supreme court justice?!?!"[/color] [b][i][color=ed1c24]Gun Range[/color][/i][/b] - Roy parked the car and sat there a few minutes taking in everything that Riley had told him. "That is one hell of a story, so who's gonna play you? Avril Lavigne?" he asked chuckling before shaking his head and climbing out of the car. Grabbing his bag from the back seat he rested it on top of the hood of the car before lighting up a cigarette. Taking a long puff he rubbed his chin a bit. "So you go through all that and decide to move to Homicide USA? What, get a taste for the insanity?" he asked her as he let the smoke slip from his mouth and blew it off to the side. "Well, if you are gonna stick around and not move to some quiet place in backwoods Montana, gonna need more than Ninja skills. I mean, you're a singer, not a damn toxic waste exposed turtle right?" he said, playing around a bit but he was dead serious. She needed to learn how to handle a gun. He doubted she would get that lucky of a shot off again. Lady Luck was a fickle bitch. [b][i][color=ed1c24]MSS Private Jet:[/color][/i][/b] - The stewardess went and got Cecily's drink before bringing it back. Natasha sat there eating slowly. After a few bites she reached into her purse and pulled out several bottles of medication. Opening each one in turn and pulling a pill out here and a pill out there before popping what looked to be more than half a dozen in her mouth and downing it with half a bottle of water. Natasha slowly lowered the bottle from her lips as Caesar started speaking and cocked a brow. That little speech left a lot of questions but she didn't say anything. Just gave a simple understanding nod. Had this been years ago, she would have asked a million and one questions. Asked how she could help, what she could to do be a shoulder to lean on. Those days were over. She had nearly lost herself last time she put herself out there, she wasn't going through that again. Granted she was on a plane heading to Mexico, playing personal physician to a forensics tech that had crawled shot out of a sewer right into the morgue with her Tyrannosaurus-Mex. Maybe she needed to retire. [b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial:[/color][/i][/b] - "Must be the drugs..." the nurse muttered after hearing Felix's little word vomit. She scowled slightly as she walked over to the table next to him and opened the drawer. Pulling out a scratch pad with the hospitals name on the top of it and a pencil she tossed it next to his tray. "Haven't got a clue where any of your things are," she said before turning on her wide low worn heels and clopping her way out of the room. The door closing heavily behind her with a thud. Why didn't she know? His things should have been in his room or at least someone should have known where they were. Shouldn't they? Okay, maybe the clothing was too ruined to keep but his wallet? Possessions? Nothing was there? That couldn't be right could it?