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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]

	[b][color=ed1c24]La Hacienda: Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico:[/color][/b] Maria watched as Caesar lit his candle, holding baby Liam as she did and waiting for him to finish. Once he had and left the room she handed over the baby to his brother before going and lighting her own for her daughter. In fact she lit two, one for her and one for her daughters son. She wasn't about to lite hers with Caesar. She was still mad as hell at him. Once she was finished saying her goodbyes she rose quietly and took Liam back before exiting the room. Walking out into the gardens to lay a blanket down and let Liam have some tummy time while she sat there on the ground next to him and lost herself in thoughts of her daughter when she was Liams age. Things were so much simpler then. 

	Natasha shrugged a bit. [color=f26522]"I think I have been tired since 1993,"[/color] she admitted before following Thalia. [color=f26522]"Truama Surgeon by trade. Working in the coronor's office part time right now to help out until they elect another. Cecily there is a wiz but they figured she could use a hand and it is a lot quieter in the morgue than in the ER. Least I thought it was going to be that way but fuck... your uncle has a way of livening things up,"[/color] she said with a bit of a chuckle. Once they hit the bottom step though the smile faded and Natasha went completely respectful. Taking a breath and following suit to lite a candle and put it in place. She didn't know the woman personally but she figured she owed her at least this. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b]  Zoie smirked a bit and nodded in confirmation. "Sure do," her false voice fading away and her thick southern accent coming back. "Was raised back woods south Ga. I used to hunt them fuckers for meat to eat and skin to sell to boot and belt makers during the summer. Tastes like chicken, if chicken rolled through the mud and ate shit," she added with a bit of a laugh as she stepped over to the robe and started undressing. She didn't care that Mali was in there. Even if she did she didn't let it show. They were supposed to be together so she might as well strip right down in front of the woman. Hiding would just make things seem off if someone were to come into the room. 

	It wasn't just a shake of a lambs tail later and she had the robe on and was sliding her feet into the slipper that were provided. Her suit was hanging up where the rode had been as well as her unmentionables. Turning around as she pulled her hair out from the collar of the robe she looked over towards Mali. "So what first? Hair, face, massage, or food?"

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b]  "Fucking hell it ain't. I already got enough problems right now without vetting some new comer. I already have trust issues," Roy said in a hushed voice before flopping back in his chair, it squeaking and turning around slowly as he rubbed his face. 

	"Some chic from New York. Apparently she asked for the transfer. Now I have to not only worry about if I can trust her but if she is sane. Who the fuck asks to get transferred to Justice? And now she has already been handed my case and is out and about. God only fucking knows where she is, and I am supposed to contact her to meet up. We already have shit to do," he added in a grumble before letting his hands fall from his face. "God I need a fucking drink."

		[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] [color=82ca9d]"Fair enough,"[/color] Marc said and chuckled a bit at her wise crack about the commercial. She was a quick wit, he had to give her that. Leaning back he got comfortable before taking a drink from the bottle of water on his desk. Setting it back down he figured he might as well answer her question, he had said he would after all. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Lawson was on to something and even though the shootout was televised I don't think it is open and shut. There was no reason for Lawson to shoo the place up and start a fire fight like that. It isn't like him. The man was military. Former Seal. Survived as a POW for years. Sure he was damaged while over there but not enough to make him snap like this. He was out here to start his life over, not to end it. I wouldn't have let him out here if there had been anything going on that made me even question that. No, I think there was more to it. I think something had to have happened to trigger this. His so called boss being gone, that's a good thing but Lawson wouldn't have taken on an arms dealer like that without trying to send a message. What that message is I have no idea but as long as I keep the case open it gives me access and resources."[/color]

	Sighing slightly he leaned forward a bit. [color=82ca9d]"Next question."[/color]