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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]La Hacienda: Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico:[/color][/b] Maria looked over towards Caesar. It wasn't true that she didn't like him. In fact she did, she still loved him. It was placing their daughter in harms way that never sat right with the woman. Yet as much as she wanted to blame him she knew her daughter. Alicia had a mind of her own. If she hadn't gone and worked with Caesar, she would have gone elsewhere to do the same work. If Caesar hadn't been a legend in his own right for his badassery, Alicia still would have been what she was. She just wouldn't have been as well trained and perhaps would have died much younger and before producing a son to carry on the name. But she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that. It was easier for him to think she hated him than that she cared. 

	Her dark eyes flashed a bit. "No need to wait. I will take the job on one condition," she stated frankly. That was how she was, she never minced words. Sure she was dramatic at times, it was the Latina blood in her and where Alicia had gotten her fire for things beyond the life style of kicking of much ass. "You find the one that did this to our m'hija, alive. Bring them to me. I will finish it," she stated with fire in her voice and a firmness to her stance that showed this was something she was not going to negotiate on. Maria had never been in that end of the business but this was her daughter, her little girl, her princess. Maria bore Alicia into this world, bloody and screaming. She would ensure that she took the person out that did this to Alicia the same way.  

	Natasha let out a rather loud blast, [color=f26522]"HA!"[/color] to the suggestion that either of them were sleeping with Caesar. Then she just kept laughing, as she took the candles, a few tears rolling down her cheeks that she had to wipe away with the back of her sleeve. [color=f26522]"Oh god, that's funny,"[/color] she said through the giggles, she just couldn't stop laughing. It was the funniest thing she had heard in ages. She found it hard to breath even, sitting back down on the couch as she tried to control it. She knew they needed to get down to do the whole funeral thing but she couldn't go down there like this. Laughing her ass off in the middle of last rites was probably not the best way to start things off with this family. 

	Looking over towards Cecily through the giggles she tried to explain what Thalia was meaning. [color=f26522]"Tequila worm. Lots of drinking, make sure to get something in your stomach before you start and be prepared for a hell of a hang over tomorrow. I have shots of B12 if you want one to buffer you,"[/color] she said through the ragged breathing. It was something that Natasha had done before. Wasn't for a funeral but she had helped deliver a baby one night on the bus when a woman went into labor. The family wouldn't take no for an answer when the welcome home to the new baby party happened a week later. She couldn't remember ever being so drunk in her life and was surprised she had lived through the hang over. 

	Though today she wouldn't be doing any drinking. Thankfully she was starting to get her shit together and get the laughter under control. Taking a few deep breaths she respectfully declined to drink that day. [color=f26522]"Recovering from Chemo, I can't drink right now. Doesn't mix with my meds,"[/color] she explained before shrugging. [color=f26522]"So, ready to go?"[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] "Yeah, it's not a full spa but they have noise proof walls and instead of windows have large monitors put in that you can change to a scene you would prefer to look at instead of the city passing by. Helps at least give you a little bit of the feeling that you aren't in the city." Zoie shrugged a bit as she looked around the street and pointed off towards the north end. "Just a quick walk."

	Strolling down the street she looked down at the shoes that Mali was wearing and nodded. "We are going to be buying other stuff before heading over to the hotel to get ready. You can change out of those when you find a pair that matches your outfit better and we can send them to the hotel with whatever else we buy today, so no worries there," she assured Mali as they made their way over to the Spa. Opening the door she headed in and held it open for Mali before a rather effeminate voice called out. 

	"Zoie! Darling! How are you!" a middle aged man strolled over in 9 inch platform heels, leather pants, and a very loud shirt that screamed leopard. He hugged Zoie lightly and kissed each of her cheeks before looking over towards Mali. "And who is this buff beauty?"

	"Wayne, this is my girl Mali," Zoie said as she laced her arm through Mali's. 

	"Oh... you switch hitters. I never know what gem you are going to hook up with next," he said as he extended his hand to Mali. "Pleasure to meet you honey, god what a profile. Please tell me I get to work on you two?" he said looking over to Zoie. 

	"Mali, this is Wayne, old high school friend. Careful he bites," she warned. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b]  "Not sure," Roy admitted. "They try to keep a lot of us from knowing who is who. Any of us that work for them have a handler and we only meet other members if we have to, other wise they try to keep everyone guessing," he said as he stepped into the Police Station. 

	"Gregory get your ass in here!" the Captain screamed from his door. Roy grumbled and pointed over to a desk with an empty seat. "This is my desk, just have a seat," he said before stalking off to his bosses office. The office had windows all around it that the blinds were open to. Roy usually hated this since the Captain could keep an eye on him anytime he was in the office but he was glad of it right then. He could keep an eye on Riley while he got chewed out. 

	Once inside the office the Captain slammed the door, which made everyone in the room take their eyes off Riley and look over to the windows. One couldn't hear exactly what the Captain was yelling but it was loud and it was obvious by the mans movements he was more than livid. Roy wasn't taking it though, he was equally as loud as he stood there arguing with his boss. 

	"Ten bucks says a chair gets thrown," one of the detectives in the office sitting near Riley laughed. 

	"I'll take that bet," another said as he sat down on the desk near the man and crossed his arms over his chest to watch. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b]	The officer on the other end of the phone listened to what Felix had to say. "Okay, you sound a little loopy. You think you have been robbed? Think there are home invasions? Yet you are in the hospital? Mind explaining a bit more so I know where to transfer your call to a detective or to a shrink?" the man said quickly. It was obvious he wasn't buying what Felix was selling just from the few words he had said. It really didn't make much sense. "Where you attacked at your home?" he asked. It was a logical question considering the man was saying he might have been robbed, there were home invasions, and he was in the hospital. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] Marc leaned back in his chair and twirled his pen around his finger as Priya said her piece. Once she was done he leaned forward and tossed the pen on his desk. [color=82ca9d]"Let's get something straight. You wanted to talk, you contact us. Not the other way around. So let's start off with the truth, not twisting the facts,"[/color] he said calling her out right to her face. 

	Leaning back in his chair once again he laced his fingers together. [color=82ca9d]"Personally I don't care who is working on the case. If I could get the entire FBI office here and every station and detective your department has working on it, I would be all for it. I just don't want people nosing around that have no intention of helping looking into it for shits and giggles. Lawson was a friend. We served together in Afghanistan. He saved my ass. Was a POW for years, lost his wife to being gone and declared dead. Came back and had a rough time. So this is personal for me. If you are here to actually help solve a case I will get you everything you need. If you are here just to pad your cases and say you did something to your boss then I have nothing for you. So which is it?"[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] It wasn't long before the orderly came to the door and knocked on it a few times before opening it slowly. Holding out the file to Cecily he kept his eye on Jaina. "Here you go, Nurse Cratty said you needed this?" he said towards the doctor but his eye were still on the patient. He wasn't about to be caught with his guard down, he had to clean up what she did to the other one yesterday. "Oh she said she contacted the UN and is waiting on word back, they are pretty messed up after the bombing but they had a new comer that might be able to help if they can get in contact with her." After that he backed out of the room slowly and shut the door before getting the hell out of there, very happy that he was still breathing and had both his eyes.