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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 shot Caesar a look that was all too familiar. One that Alicia had mastered many years ago. One that obviously she got from her mother. "My daughter is dead... I think I have a full grasp of just how dangerous your fucking work is..." she snapped.

	Reaching out she took little Liam in her arms and coddled him close to her chest, running her hand along his back in a soothing gesture before turning on her heels and heading back into the house. She knew how dangerous his work was. How dangerous what Alicia had done had to have been to get her killed. Her daughter hadn't been some pampered rich girl. Sure they had money but Alicia had never been sheltered. Maria wished she had been a bit but no, the girl was had been a walking time bomb, ready to blow at anyone and anything at anytime. Didn't matter where they sent her to school, Alicia had always found a way to pick a fight here and there. The girl made sure she knew how to look after herself... If someone took her out, they had to be the best didn't they? 

	Meanwhile over where the tit-trio were Natasha's eyes widened a bit as Thalia tried to explain something far different than what she figured that Cecily was getting at. Luckily it was cleared up rather quickly. It could have been a lot more awkward than it had been. Like how things had been going out front when they arrived. At least she imagined that entire situation was going badly, well perhaps not badly but oddly. The looks people had been giving each other and the way people had cleared out made it pretty obvious that it wasn't going to be a warm welcome home type of moment. 

	At the question Natasha nodded a bit. [color=f26522]"I will take a rest later on. Good enough to pay my respects,"[/color] she said as she stood by the door before opening it and waiting for Thalia to lead the way. Natasha knew she could easily have gone for a nap right then, she could take a nap most anytime these days but that wasn't who she was. She tended to power through things until she dropped and without Lincoln there to manhandle her into bed and make her get rest she was just going to do what she always did, keep moving until she couldn't. Things with Cecily were healing nicely and she probably wouldn't need Natasha to look over the wound for more than another day. If she felt bad enough she would go home then but perhaps just some down time without being in a hospital for work or herself would do her some good. At least that is what she had told Lincoln to get him off her back. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b]  Wayne gave a smirk that was fitting of RuPaul herself. "Oh honey child. All T, no shade. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else get their mits on the two of you. Now, come," he said lacing his arm through Mali's on the other side and waving with a rather limp wrist towards the back of the salon. "Tell me just what you two hummingbirds will be up to tonight. Any special plans?" he said with a wink as his voice rose nearly an octave. 

	Zoie just rolled her eyes a bit and let Wayne lead the way. "Keep it up you fruit and I'll tell the whole west side you're straight," she snarked a bit with a smirk crawling across her lips. 

	"You bitch," Wayne countered as he lead them back to a changing room. "Get your cute asses in here to change. Marco will be by shortly to take you for a facial."

	"Doesn't that cost extra?" Zoie called out much louder than she really needed too. 

	"Oh keep it up girl and I'll let everyone on the east side know you eat rattle snake," he said in a mocking voice. Zoie laughed and gave the man a kiss on the cheek before sauntering into the changing room. It was large with a couple of ottomans in the center, robes hanging on the walls and slippers lined beneath them. 

	"I should tell you all about his Madonna phase," Zoie chuckled as she sat down and started to take off her heels while she waited for Mali to join her and Wayne to shut the door. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b]  The on lookers were joking and jeering a bit as they watched both the captain and Detective Gregory get more and more heated in the office. Voices were rising in volume but the glass and walls were doing a pretty good job of keeping anyone from knowing exactly what was going on between the two of them. 

	"What do you think it is this time?"

	"Probably Gregory running off again."

	"Misplaced evidence."

	"Lost a body?"

	"No, a fucking partner," Roy finally chimed in as the door swung open and he stormed out. 

	There was a collective "damn..." from the group as they watched him before going back to their own business and a couple of them exchanging money. Roy grumbled under his breath as he made his way over to his desk and flopped down unceremoniously in a heap next to Riley. 

	"Damn green blooded hobgoblin. Assigning me a partner. I don't need any fucking partner, especially some transfer from out of state that I gotta treat nicely..." he snarked under his breath before rubbing his face out of frustration. This was not how he had wanted his day to go. Sure he was still breathing, still alive, but was that really a good option at this point. He'd rather have been strapped with a blind dog suffering from incontinence than to have to deal with a new partner. There was a reason he worked alone. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial:[/color][/b] The officer pulled the phone away from his ear and stuck his finger in it for a minute give it a good shake. This guy did sound like he was off his rocker. Placing the phone back at his ear he finally answered the man. "Yeah that does sound like a bit out of left field," the man on the phone admitted. 

	The mention of the Asylum and Boston Heights though let him breath a little bit. That was completely away from the hospital, so that made it some one else's problem. Not his. "But hey that isn't out jurisdiction. You need station 54," he added after a few moments. "Well you need station 54 for Boston Heights, you need station 42 for the Asylum. We don't do transfers but here are the numbers, got a pen?" he offered. It wasn't like they were on a switch board or anything but hey a number was better than trying to call information and get the numbers. The man waited until Felix said he was ready before spouting off each of the numbers. Once he was sure that the crazed loon had what he needed, or at least enough to get him off the phone he hung up without warning or another word. Just leaving the phone line dead until the tell tale tone rang through that there was no longer anyone on the other end. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] Marc listened to what Priya had to say, resting his chin on his two index fingers as his hands laced together. Seemed she had more than two cents to put towards the conversation. She seemed to be saying all the right things but Marc had been in this business long enough to know that things were not always what they seemed. She seemed too good to be true and when things appeared like that, chances were they were. As she finished he dropped his hands and rubbed the back of his neck slightly. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Well aren't you just the poster child for the downtrodden. Ever posed for a recruitment commercial?"[/color] His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He wasn't exactly hiding the fact that he believed that she was selling something he just wasn't buying but that was probably to be expected. FBI, or any law enforcement for that matter, were not the most trusting bunch. They had their reasons. Each one usually learned quickly while they were a rookie that even their co-workers tended to lay on the silver tongue when it was needed, a lot of the time when it wasn't. Marc, personally, had even had to deal with a partner once that turned out to be a mole. It wasn't a pretty scenario. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Well let's see how this dance goes. I will give you some information and see what you do with it. Baby steps. Little at a time. If you end up not putting a bullet in my chest or a knife in my back we can move forward,"[/color] he added after a few moments of contemplation. [color=82ca9d]"So since I am giving you limited information at this time, let's play twenty-questions. Ask me what you want to know first."[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] The door to the room opened slowly and Nurse Cratty stepped inside. "Don't do it girl or you won't get this," she snarled towards Jaina before holding up a plastic fruit bin of strawberries. "Now sit down girl," she added as she handed the strawberries over to Iris. "I can always call the orderly back in here and get the meds," she warned before turning her attention over to the doctor. Well at least part of her attention. Her eyes might have been on Iris but her mind was on Jaina and just how dangerous the woman could be. 

	"Spoke with the U.N. They have someone that can come out, they are sending them a message to come over here to give us a hand. Hopefully it won't be long but for now they suggested you record whatever she says," Cratty added as she pulled out a small tape recorder from the pocket of her white nurses gown and pushed the record button. It wouldn't help with what she had already said but hey if she said anything else it could come in handy. The nurse was just hoping that whoever the U.N. had paged would get here sooner rather than later.