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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]All in the same time frame now - so if you need to message someone or call them - it will contact them in real time finally.[/color][/i]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] "If that is all you want from here, that is all we will get," Zoie said as she looked over towards Mali and smiled. "Ring us up," she added towards the sales associates. There were boxing up several things already. Seemed Zoie had picked out a few things as well. "Have everything delivered to the Diamond Justice Hotel as quickly as possible. The dress within the hour. Suite 7000," she said as she pulled a credit card from her purse and paid for their little shopping spree. 

	Once that was taken care of she turned her attention back to Mali and smiled. "Well that was a start. How about a trip over to the spa before we continue shopping? I could do with a wash and rinse, mani/pedi. Not to mention they have a wonderful light lunch while we are setting to enjoy," she suggested as she signed the receipt and tucked it away. "Business expenses. You just have to love a tax write off," she said in a light voice. 

	"After that I figure we can hit a few more shops, a trip to the jewelry store. Cartier is fabulous. We will need to borrow an item or two for the evening. And then, shoes. I could use a new pair of Zanotti," she said with a laugh as she headed for the door and held it open for Mali with one hand as the other placed her sunglasses on her face. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b]  "Yeah, no. Not letting you out of my sight right now. Safe house might be okay but if the others came back and you were there I am not sure how they would take it without me being there to introduce you. Even if they did leave us breakfast." Roy stepped outside and headed straight for his car. Popping the trunk and tossing the bag of weapons into it. 

	"And your place... That is just suicide at this point. The run to the department shouldn't take long. I will probably just get a quick chewing out before I am dismissed. Not fired. He can't," Roy added as he climbed into the car. Taking a deep breath he started it up and waited on Riley to get in before continuing. "As far as Juno goes I still work for them, at least that is what they think. He wouldn't dare let me go without their okay," he said as he backed the car up and pulled out of the parking lot. 

	"Don't know how long they will stay out of the loop where it comes to me but for now I might as well use what little pull I have to get answers," he said in a regretful voice as they drove out onto the highway and started to head towards the police station. Roy made small talk, about how his captain was used to him vanishing like this. Juno had set him up as a detective so he could go under cover without word and not have to report everything. How it worked exactly he wasn't sure but he had been through this before apparently and because of that he was used to getting nothing more than a chewing out from time to time. 

	Pulling up to the station he parked and turned the car off before looking over at Riley. "If anyone asks, I have been looking into a breaking and entering at your place," he said as he shoved his keys into his pocket and got out of the car. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b]	The phone rang a few times, a few times longer than one might expect before someone finally picked up on the other line. "Justice Police Department; Station 51 - what ya want?" a voice came in on the line. It was a gruff voice. Station 51... Not Station 54, who handled things in the area of Boston Heights. Well he calling from the hospital and not home right then, so it made sense that he wouldn't get the same police station.  

	[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] "No worries, please have a seat," Special Agent Collins said to Priya as he motioned for her to have a seat across from him at his desk before sitting back down and pulling his chair in slightly. "Yeah, I pulled up the file you are talking about. I wish I could give you more information but..." he said rubbing the back of his neck a bit. "I might have brought you down here for nothing..."

	Hitting a few keys on the keyboard he then turned his monitor around and showed Priya what he was talking about. The file was there, or at least the one she had already was. Even on the screen it was redacted. Hitting a few more keys he left the monitor to face her but suddenly on the screen a message popped up over the file - Classified. 

	"I really have no idea why it is like this..." He muttered under his breath before another voice chimed in coming up from behind Priya. 

	[color=82ca9d]"So that Nosy Nelly's like you don't go poking around."[/color]

	"Marc! Where the hell have you been?" Collins said standing up as Marc walked over and adjusted his tie a bit. He was no longer in his drivers suit but his usual five piece that he wore for the office. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Long story. Now why are you looking into the Lawson Case and who is this?"[/color] he asked as he looked over towards Priya.

	"This is Detective Khurana, Justice PD. She was assigned the case and was looking for some information. I was trying to help her you ass but hey, since you are here, have at it," Collins said sitting back in his chair and rolling his eyes. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I see,"[/color] Marc said as he turned more to face Priya and nodded a bit. [color=82ca9d]"Special Agent Marc Tinder. Why don't we go have a chat,"[/color] he suggested. He didn't even wait for her to answer before stepping over to another desk, unlocking a drawer, pulling out a lap top and then proceeding to walk over to a conference room. Once there he looked over towards Priya and motioned for her to join him inside. 

	Taking a seat at the long table he got semi comfortable as he opened his lap top and then leaned back in his chair as he laced his fingers together. He waited for the woman to see if she would follow of just stay there and deal with Collins. Marc wasn't usually this short and terse but he had things to do, walking back into headquarters to find someone snooping about his case didn't exactly put him at ease. Collins sighed a bit and rubbed his temples before looking back over at Priya. "Sorry about that. Listen if you want information, I will try to wrestle some out of him later but he is a bit tight lipped about this case. Good luck."