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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 didn't want a part of this and it seemed like things were only going to get worse. She was glad when it was time for them to go inside. The doctor zipped her lips and moved quickly to follow Benecio. [color=f26522]"Gracias,"[/color] she said to the man as they headed towards where Natasha and Cecily would be staying. It was pretty obvious she was thanking the man not so much for showing them their room but for getting them away from that very awkward situation. Looking around their room once they got there she thanked the man again. 

	Finding a seat she sat down and let out a long huff. [color=f26522]"Well that was interesting,"[/color] she muttered to herself. She figured it would probably be a good idea to unpack at least a little bit and get settled but she really didn't have it in her just then. She had wanted to say more about the child and offer to have a look at the baby but with her just now starting to heal the last thing she needed to do was to be closely exposed to a child with a cold. Her immune system probably couldn't handle yet but she had to go and open her big mouth that she was a doctor, so if something went wrong and there wasn't a pediatrician near by she knew she would have to just suck it up. She was tired of sucking it up. 

	Maria eyed Caesar and waited for the area to clear away before stepping closer to him. The baby on her hip clung to her slightly, looking over towards Caesar with rather bright blue eyes. A trait not common to the family but the dark hair and small curls were completely those of a Gonzales. "Oh no, the baby isn't mine," she said as she looked down at the baby. "And no you wouldn't have, one wasn't sent out for this birth," she added before adjusting the baby and cradling it in her arms as if she was about to hand the child off to Caesar. 

	"This is Illiam Caesar Hannibal Keystone Gonzales," she said as she introduced the boy, holding him out slightly towards the gruff looking patriarch of the family. "Your grandson. We call him Liam."

	[b][color=a187be]Diamond District:[/color][/b] Zoie stepped over to the window and watched the mannequins for a moment before Mali spoke up. She chuckled a bit. "None taken, come on let's get you something that fits better," she said before slipping her arm through Mali's and leading the way, even opening the door for her [i]girl.[/i] Zoie knew they could easily be under someone's eye right then and she wasn't about to let her guard down for anything. 

	Zoie had half worried that Relic was going to get out of the car but thankfully he stayed put. Marc on the other hand stood there by the Limo, ready to just wait on the girls. Zoie didn't want him out in the open. "Oh driver, do be a dear and return promptly at 4 pm, in front of Bistro St. James. Have the car detailed while you are away," she said before waiving him off and heading into the store. Marc nodded quickly before rushing to the driver door. He was pulling off by the time Zoie finally stepped into the store. He wasn't about to question it, it would have been out of place for one and two he figured Zoie had a reason for sending him off. He wasn't too terribly worried though, he figured Zoie and Mali would be a much better pair if something went down than he and Relic would be. Sure Relic could hack anything but in a fight he knew the boy to be useless. 

	Inside Zoie looked around, eying one of the women that worked there and snapping her fingers at the middle aged woman. "You are to tend to her as if she was me, do you understand? Anything she wants, you get it. I don't care if it means sending someone to another store to find it," Zoie said in a flat authoritative tone. She wasn't about to have this woman treat Mali any different than if it was herself there shopping for personal clothing. Smiling brightly over to Mali she gave the woman a slight wink. "Let's have some fun."

	[b][color=a187be]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b]  Cratty kept watching Jaina and wondering just how off the woman was. She obviously was crazy, but there was something more going on. Why did she kept switching over to Russian? Was that just more insanity or were the subtitles they needed hold some meaning? It was worth a try. "I don't think so, no yet. Seen patients do a lot more damage to themselves, how about we find a translator," Cratty suggested before looking back over at Jaina. 

	"Now girl, we need to go to commercial break. Which means it is time for a snack. Hungry? Of course you are. Probably want something better than that god awful breakfast they forgot to bring you. You just tell Nurse Cratty what you want to eat, other than my soul, and we will go fetch it for you. That's only though if you promise not to make yourself bleed anymore while we are gone," Nurse Cratty said as she stood there and crossed her arms over her chest. It was odd the nurse seemed to be able to balance being compassionate with the patient and firm, while delivering options and sarcasm. The woman obviously had been at this gig a long time, Cratty had to wonder to herself if it was time to retire. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Gun Range:[/color][/b]	"Longer than I care to admit girl," the man said with a laugh. 

	"Which means anything longer than a day to Beni here," Roy said quickly with a smirk. 

	"Hey I thought you liked me!"

	"I'm a cop, not your friend," Roy said before chuckling and shaking his head some. "Beni here isn't bad, just don't let him out one of his tin foil hats on you," he said to Riley, he was joking of course but there was meaning behind his words as his eyes traveled to the various posters on the wall denoting tons of outlandish conspiracy theories and even a few about Big Foot. 

	"You have to say that because they're listening," Beni said in all seriousness before looking over to Riley. "We better do what we're supposed to do before the black suits come in," he whispered before straightening up and pulling over some papers. "Yes, a permit. If you will fill these out and then place your finger prints here and here," he said as he flipped open an ink pad and pointed to the open spaces at the bottom of the permit forms. 

	"We all get put in the system sometime," Beni added in a disgruntled whisper. Roy could only roll his eyes.   

	[b][color=a187be]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b]	Dr. Chang nodded a bit. "That is too be expected. You had a lot of trauma to your head, even besides your eye. Short term memory will be affected for sometime. It should come back slowly. Probably in spurts to start with that don't make sense, then you will get more detail as time goes by. Somethings you might never remember," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. 

	"Which in your case could be a good thing. From what I saw of the report and was told after the surgery, you might want to want to remember a crazed woman gouging your eye out with a crayon. I know I wouldn't," she said rather matter-of-factually. Looking over at his IV drip she nodded once again. "Yes, your pain meds would be wearing off right now. Some surgeries we just keep at it for a couple of days afterwards but others we hold off until the patient asks. We were not able to save the eye as you can most likely tell but we were able to save the nerve endings. This will cause some pain for a few weeks while you heal but on a good note, it does mean that you are a prime candidate for a transplant later on. So there is hope that you won't be walking with half your sight for the rest of your life."

	Looking over at the food she smirked. "Well, it might not be tasty but it is nutritious. Will be a lot easier on your system than stuff you would make for yourself or buy on the street. Now if you have any intestinal discomfort, you need to let the nurse know at once. You won't be able to be discharged until you go. And I mean sit and go... You get what I am saying?" she said as she perked a brow. "Or do I need to explain in greater detail?"

	[b][color=a187be]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] Special Agent Collins put his feet up on his desk as he began to eat his lunch. Delivery Chinese, as per usual. A set of chopsticks poked at the dumplings he had ordered. He was hungry and needed to eat but his mind kept going back to Special Agent Tinder. The man really needed to call him back. 

	Down at the front desk, security was tight, as to be expected. Metal detectors, various agents armed at the entrance, and so forth. Spotting Priya as she entered, a tall African American man in a black suit eyed her from behind the main desk in the foyer. "Please tell me you are Detective Khurana?" he said in a suave voice as he adjusted his black tie and came around from behind the desk. "Special Agent Moreau, I was sent down by Collins to come escort you upstairs," he said as he motioned over towards the line standing for a security check. "You will need to show your id, relinquish any weapons and such. Then go through out version of the TSA search," he said with a broad grin. "Don't worry, we have more manners than they do."