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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]La Hacienda: Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico :[/color][/b] Natasha kept to herself during the drive. Listening to what was said but not replying. She still wasn't feeling too well and felt it was just best to try to relax some. As they pulled up to the house she glanced around and took it in. It was very beautiful and much grander than she had expected but she wasn't going to complain. If she had to be in Mexico, might as well enjoy it. Stepping out of the limo she shook her head some. She didn't have a problem with anyone carrying her bags and due to her recovery welcomed any help with it. She was about to say something when she heard the smack. Her head twisting around to see where it came from. Well that was unexpected, her eyes showing a bit of a shock. She wasn't sure if she was shocked someone had the nerve to slap Caesar or the fact he didn't rip her head off. Looking back over to the priest she swallowed hard and nodded in agreement. [color=f26522]"Um yeah, that sounds great,"[/color] she said as she waited for him to lead the way, casting a glance towards Cecily and motioning with her head as if to say "let's get the hell out of here before the bullet start flying."

	Natasha hadn't gotten more than two steps when a woman stepped out of the front of the house. She was older than the women that had traveled with Caesar to Mexico and didn't seem to have the same facial features as Caesar or his brother but there was something familiar about the way she looked; Natasha couldn't put her finger on it. The woman dressed in jeans, a button down white shirt with light embroidery on it, and a low heeled pair of tan boots. Her hair, Natasha figured was long, was put up in a thick bun on the back of her head. Streaks of silver cutting into the dark strands of hair. On her hip she carried a baby that couldn't have been more than a year old. "Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez..." she said in a rather American voice, there was a heavy amount of Mexican accent to the way she spoke but also a lot of southern. Natasha cocked a brow, was this woman about to hit him as well? The doctor didn't get a chance to ask when she spotted the baby sneeze a few times and that the babies nose was running. Natasha had no idea if it was a girl or a boy. At that age clothing usually told you but the kid was in yellow... Fucking neutral shades. 

	Adjusting the baby slightly the woman took the burp rag from her shoulder and tended to the child. "Malditas alergias," the woman said under her breath before she looked over at the group again. She could feel Natasha staring at the baby and her eyes narrowed somewhat. "Never seen a sick child before?" she asked in English, figuring the white chick couldn't speak a lick of Spanish. 

	Natasha snapped out of it and had to refrain from rolling her eyes. These people were in mourning she told herself. [color=f26522]"Actually yes, far too many. That isn't allergies. See the dark circles under the eyes? That is a sign of slight dehydration and usually a precursor to a cold."[/color] Natasha kept her voice even, Dr. Brinne coming out. 

	"Oh, so your a pediatrician?" the woman asked, not as harshly as she had but still a bit too scathing for Natasha's like. 

	[color=f26522]"No,"[/color] she began but was cut off. 

	"Well then," the woman began to retort but Natasha was having none of it this time. 

	[color=f26522]"I'm a Surgeon, specializing in Emergency Medicine, Trauma. So I've been to medical school and did complete my rotation in pediatric medicine,"[/color] she said swiftly. The woman cocked a brow and looked over towards Caesar. 

	"Traveling with your own surgeon now? Was that before or after our daughter was killed?" she asked in a scathing voice. Her narrowing towards Caesar as the baby sneezed again. Shaking it off she looked back at Natasha. "Well if you can keep his ass alive, you must be the right hand of god." Natasha just stood there with her mouth slightly agape. She wasn't exactly sure what to say at this point, she hadn't exactly wanted to get dragged into a family matter but she could tell the baby was sick beyond just hay fever. She had to say something, Hippocratic oath and all that. 

	[b][color=a187be]Diamond District:[/color][/b] As they pulled into the Diamond District Zoie sat up slightly. It wouldn't be long now and sure enough before a few more minutes passed Marc had pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. Outside the window one could easily see a line of shops, all high end, all with people coming in and out of wearing clothing that cost far more than many made in a month. Fluffing her hair some and checking her makeup in her compact, Zoie looked over towards Mali and winked. "Okay, no worries, just a girl taking her girl on a shopping spree," she said as the door opened and Marc held his hand out to help Zoie out of the car. 

	Stepping out Zoie handed Marc her purse to hold for a moment as she rebuttoned her jacket. It might has seemed odd to button and rebutton it each time she sat down or stood up but there was a reason behind it. Sitting caused wrinkles and pulled on the thread that held the buttons in place. Unbuttoning it when she sat down kept added wrinkles from setting in and additional wear and tear on the tread. Rebuttoning was for appearances, to give the look it was supposed to have. Looking around she took her purse back from Marc and tucked it beneath her arm. "Okay, pick a store, any store," she said as she stood there. There were many choices (Have fun with that.) and Zoie figured it was best for Mali to pick a store that got her attention instead of dragging her to one. 

	[b][color=a187be]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] Cratty shook her head slightly. "Not one damn it. All I heard was my name and something that sounded like an Addams Family movie," she quipped as she stood there. The nurse was waiting for Jaina to lunge at one of them. "Sorry, subtitles are not on this copy of the dvd, mind switching languages?" the nurse asked. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with a patient that spoke more than one language, though she had to admit she had never been asked to turn on the subtitles before. If she could she would have, hell if she could have hit a mute button on half the patients she tended to she would have. A Pause button would have been great as well. 

	"And while your at it, maybe sit down. Let me clean you up. I'll let you keep the rag when I am done. Could use it to spruce up the place, hang it like a painting," she added as she pointed over to the bed. She wasn't sure how to handle this one but the old nurse always had a few tricks up her sleeve. She had to after the years she spent working in this place. In fact if one would check the records she was the longest running staff member the hospital had. Over thirty years. If you didn't pick up a trick or two after that long dealing with Crazies you were in the wrong line of work. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Gun Range:[/color][/b]	Roy nodded. "I do but I wanted to take care of this first," he said as he packed up things. Throwing the bag over his shoulder he motioned for Riley to follow him. "Let's get your license taken care of. It will take a few days for a background check and all but at least you know how to handle one now," he added as he opened the door and headed down the hallway. Making his way through the building he moved quickly passed the other private ranges, locker rooms, and so forth until he came to a door marked "Permits".

	Stepping inside was a man that looked like he was probably one of those doomsday preppers in his spare time. "Gregory! Been a while," he said and Roy nodded as he stepped over to the counter and shook the mans hand. 

	"Sure has been," Roy said as he placed his bag down on the floor. 

	"What can I do for ya?" the man behind the counter asked. 

	"Got a girl here that needs a permit. Just finished her first lesson," Roy said as he motioned for Riley to come over and join him. 

	[b][color=a187be]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b]	Dr. Chang looked over to Felix and shook her head. "No your fine," she said as she picked up his chart. "We just had a patient that needed a bit more attention than you did for a bit." Making a few notes to the chart she set it back down and shoved her hands into her lab coat pockets. She looked over him for a few moments in silence after her eyes had studied his monitors. 

	"Now, why don't you tell me how you are recovering. Any side effects from the surgery? Feeling woozy at all? Need more pain meds? How if your food settling? How much have you been able to eat? Any internal discomfort other than your surgical site?" she rattled off as she as she stood there. It seemed to be your typical questions after surgery. 

	[b][color=a187be]Precinct 54:[/color][/b] "Sure thing, just give your name at the desk. I will leave word that I am expecting you. You will be checked, weapons will have to be left at the front desk. Escort will bring you to my office. See you shortly," he said before hanging up the phone and leaning back in his seat. 

	Leaning forward once again he picked up his phone and dialed a number. All he got was Marc's voicemail, again. Grumbling to himself he tossed down the receiver a bit more hard than he had been meaning too and rubbed his face out of frustration. He had been trying to get a hold of Marc all morning but the man had yet to return a call or text. He was beginning to worry that the man had actually gotten himself into something he couldn't get out of or even worse. Killed.