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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	*[i][color=ed1c24]Quick Note: Color codes for location headers will denote time of day basically. Not so much tie of day but look for matching ones to see if you are in the same ~time frame~ as others.[/color][/i]

	[b][color=ed1c24] Private Hangar in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico :[/color][/b] Natasha shook her head a bit. [color=f26522]"No, no questions and thank you,"[/color] the doctor said before looking over at Cecily. [color=f26522]"Yeah, good idea,"[/color] she added before making her way over to the limousine. Opening the door slowly and sliding inside. She obviously wasn't feeling up to par but she had expected that. Flights, first class or not, drained her these days. 

	[color=f26522]"Ugh,"[/color] she muttered as she crawled over to one of the long bench like seats along the side of the limo and half laid down. Sure it wasn't the most proper thing to do but Natasha could really give a shit less. Pulling her phone out of her bag she turned it back on and waited for it to power up, resting her arm over her forehead as she did. Hitting a few buttons she made a call. 

	[color=f26522]"Hey sweetie,"[/color] she said before swallowing a bit and rolling over onto her side in fetal position. [color=f26522]"Yeah, we landed. No, everything's fine. What? Yeah, a bit. No, wasn't as bad as the flight back from India. Heat? Sucks but not as bad as that damn room in Jaipur. Yeah, that really was a shit show. Just waiting to leave the airport now. I am resting, seriously. Laying down right now. In a limo. Yeah I know. Oh fuck that, bottled water only. I'll be fine. I promise. Yes, I have my meds. Lincoln, baby,.... Fuckwad! ~laughing slightly~ Thought that might shut you up. Don't worry, I promise I will take it easy. Oh, she's healing fine. Yeah, changed the bandages on the flight. Because she's my patient and I wasn't trusting her to some back world ER intern. Didn't we already go over this? Hey, you never complained. Okay, you complained but you got well didn't you? Not my fault you decided to go toe to toe with Irish. How is Murph? Oh shit, sorry I am missing that. Give Clair and Murph a hug from me. Okay. I will. I love you too. Bye,"[/color] she said before hanging up and tossing her phone back in her bag, groaning a bit as her finger fiddled with a blue stoned engagement ring on her left ring finger. 

	[b][color=82ca9d]Zoie's Farm:[/color][/b]  "Dress it is," Zoie said as she turned off the coffee pot and looked at the group. "Come on, let's get moving," she added quickly. Marc was already starting up the car and Relic was quick to follow him out the door. Zoie sighed a bit as she looked back over to Mali. "Yeah, we will figure something out while we are dress shopping. Relic will take care of ID's for you once we do," she said stepping out of the door and heading over to the limo. 

	Hopping into the car and pushing Relic to one of the side seats Zoie got comfortable and unbuttoned her suit jacket. [color=82ca9d]"So, where too first?"[/color] Marc asked as he rolled down the center partition. 

	"Diamond district, gong to spoil my girl today," she said with a sly grin. 

	"Going all Pretty Woman on her? But aren't you the hooker?" Relic said, poking fun at his sister which got him a swift hit upside the back of his head. Relic just laughed and keyed up the song Pretty Woman on his laptop. 

	"You really need an ass kicking," Zoie snickered as she rolled her eyes. Marc just smirked and faced forward, waiting for everyone to be situated before taking off back towards the city. 

	[b][color=a187be]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] Nurse Cratty looked over towards Iris and sighed a bit. "Yeah, about eight or nine years old," she said answering the doctors question. Closing the filing cabinet she tossed a stack of papers down on her desk and shrugged. 

	"Yeah, might as well, if she is awake and goes after you... Well I doubt you could fight off a fly," Cratty said as she picked up her keys and slipped them into the front pocket of nursing gown before pushing her chair back in. A younger nurse was making her way over towards the station and Cratty snapped her fingers towards the girl. The girl got a look of worry on her features as she hurried over. 

	"Yes Nurse Cratty?" she asked nervously. 

	"Watch the monitors, page me if anything goes wrong. Going to check on our latest snapped case," she said before motioning to Iris to lead the way. "Alright whippersnapper, let's get a move on."

	[b][color=a187be]Gun Range:[/color][/b]	Roy took a stance behind Riley with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. Pulling his headphones off as she finished he took the gun from her and ejected the clip, setting both down on the counter between the range and where they were. "Let's find out," he said as he reached over and hit the button to bring the target back to them. 

	As he came over he reached up and tore it down. Looking over it he pursed his lips slightly as he studied it. "Not bad," he said honestly. Out of the entire clip she had missed completely a few times, not even hitting the paper of the target, about a third of the shots hit the paper but not the outline of the man, the rest had hit in various places. "Seen worse, let's try again," he said tossing the target down on the floor and grabbing another one before sending it down to the end of the range again.

	Grabbing another clip he set it down and motioned for her to go ahead and take it. "This time relax your shoulders as you squeeze the trigger, bend your knees a bit. Don't get so tense, the more relaxed you are the better. More you do it, more it becomes muscle memory over thought. 

	[b][color=82ca9d]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b]	The nurse eyed him for a minute. He had called her in there, yelled for her, to use the phone? "Seriously? You bellow at me like I am some servant instead of hitting the call button to page me over wanting to make a phone call?" she said in a berating voice. She could have half understood if his meds were wearing off and he was in pain, but this? This was a waste of her time. 

	"Listen, I have patients that need actual help, you want concierge service, you can wait for the bell hop," she said as she pushed his food tray closer to the bed. 

	[i]Code Blue, Room 269,"[/i] an electronic voice rang out over the wards intercom. Turning on her heels the nurse rushed out of the room, the door closing heavily behind her as she dash to answer the code call, which kept repeating for another half a minute before the place went eerily silent. 

	[b][color=a187be]Precinct 54:[/color][/b] The phone rang a few times before it was finally picked up by the FBI Operator. "Yes, just a moment while I transfer you to the proper office," the woman's voice said and the line went to some horrifically amazing hold music. It was a good five minutes before someone else picked up the line. 

	"Organized Crime Division, Special Agent Collins speaking. Detective Khurana was it?" a mans voice chimed in on the other end of the line. "Shit, hold on," he added quickly as he pulled the phone away from his mouth but didn't cover it or put her on hold. "No, that file goes to the Chicago Field Office. The other one goes to Houston," he said before turning his attention back to his phone call. "Sorry about that. So, what can I do for [i]Justice[/i] PD?" he asked, there was a certain obvious tone of sarcasm in his voice when he said the word Justice.