[center][color=fff200][h3]Farce - Strip Mall[/h3][/color][@Spiffy][@Xandrya][@solokolos][/center]
[i][color=00a99d]"Gloves."[/color][/i]

Farce took a second to pause. Gloves? Why did her brother say gloves? [color=fff200]"What do you mean by that?"[/color] she asked aloud, forgetting that nobody could hear Dunn for a minute.

[i][color=00a99d]"Look at her gloves. They're fingerless. That's bare skin."[/color][/i]

[color=fff200]"Sparce, where are you going with this?"[/color]

[i][color=00a99d]"DNA. Even if it's a tiny bit of DNA, it's still there. She can be traced back. Make a deal with her, dammit!"[/color][/i]

[color=fff200]"Ok friend!"[/color] Farce spoke in a raised voice, still keeping it passive and calm as she stood halfway between Mantis and Healer. [color=fff200]"First off! Super nice bike. Like really, that's a dope ass motorcycle! Second, there's a voice in my brain that's telling me that, because of your gloves, you've left evidence on the crime scene! Now, I dunno about you, but you seem to be in a similar boat like us! I had the Community TRASH my apartment a bit ago!"[/color] Farce dropped Carlotta to the ground, the nightstick clinking against the pavement. Her free hand ushered Mantis to do the same. [color=fff200]"Maybe we can work out a deal?"[/color]