[center][color=D4ADD5][h1]Priya Khurana[/h1][/color]
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[i]Location: Precinct 54 -> Road to FBI Headquarters[/i][/center]
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Priya didn't know what to make of it. Was he purposefully withholding information due to bureaucratic nonsense or were his hands really tied? She could kind of tell he was in a bind and that made her respect him a little bit more. It was also noted that his last sentence was highlighted. Did he want her to come? Surely he wouldn't have put emphasis (even a little bit) on it if he didn't. [color=D4ADD5]"I was just about to head out anyway, so I'll stop by. Thanks for something, at least. Perhaps I'll see you shortly."[/color] She hung up before she gathered her file and necessary equipment and made for her car. Before she left, she stopped by the front desk to drop off a message. [b]If her partner came in, call her on her cell.[/b]

Once she was inside, she pulled out of the precinct. Her thoughts raced. She was still looking for her partner and no one had seen him. Was he inside of this case? Is he in danger? Is he dead? Surely they would have found his body by now, right? She had only just started and already she could tell she made the right choice to transfer here. Something weird was going on and she would find out what.