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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] There were several awkward silences between Maria and Natasha as they sat in the garden. Slowly they began speaking in Spanish to each other. A little bit here and there, mostly about Alicia. Natasha didn't enjoy speaking of what she had observed in the autopsy so she kept it as vague as possible. Letting Maria know Alicia was a fighter, telling her she hadn't suffered - which was obviously a lie and Maria knew it but she didn't hold it against the woman. It seemed like she was trying to be as kind and understanding as possible. 

	Liam in the meantime would whimper and sneeze and cry from time to time. Maria doing what she could to comfort the baby but it was becoming more obvious that she just couldn't do it. There was more going on. "Would you?" Maria finally asked. Natasha knew it wasn't a good idea for her to examine what she was sure was a sick child considering her immune system was basically nothing at this point but it didn't stop her. [color=f26522]"Si,"[/color] she said before explaining she needed her medical bag and it would probably be bet to go up to her room so she could get it and do an examine up there away from the people mourning. She didn't feel the family needed anything else to worry about. Maria nodded and picked up little Liam in her arms before following Natasha through the place and up to Natasha's room. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] Zoie sat and spoke with her stylist for a bit while Wayne kept his attention on Mali. "Now don't you worry your pretty little head. I am sure we can come up with something that will be fitting of a goddess like yourself. Girl, oh, I know!" he said in an excited voice. "I will start here, pull back there, braid there, tuck here. Yes, yes! It will be fabulous! A strong yet feminine look. Soft waves here, pulled up and off your shoulders here. Let us frame that face, show off that line. Of darling you are going to be the hit of the season tonight!"

	The man was beyond excited at this point as he lead Mali over to the wash station so he could wash her hair and get it nice and clean before he started. "Just a quick wash. I will want to trim your ends a bit, get rid of any split ends, nothing that will change your day to day look. I promise. So just lean back and relax. I have the hands of a magician."

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b]  Roy looked over towards Riley. "You know the man?" he asked as he covered the phone and listened to Riley. Pulling out a notebook and pen he slid it over to Riley. "Can you write down a bit of what you know about the man while I deal with this shit?" he whispered before removing his hand from the receiver and turned his attention back to his call. 

	"Okay slow down? You were attacked There hasn't been any reports of an attack at Boston Heights. When did this happen?" Gregory said confused. He was sure if anything had happened at Boston Heights he would have been informed, especially since his boss had just chewed him out. Pulling out his small pocket notebook he flipped it open and got ready to take notes himself. He glanced over at Riley and sighed. If there was another attack at Boston Heights there was no way he was taking her home. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] Taking the photo frame Marc looked at it one last time before placing it back on his desk and nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, let me make you a copy,"[/color] he said as he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a flash drive. It only took a few minutes for him to access the file copies of the various new coverage during the shootout. There were several of them, including footage that hadn't been aired because of various reasons. This was uncut footage. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Here you go,"[/color] he said before making a note on the outside of the flashdrive just to label it and then handing it over to her. [color=82ca9d]"The files are coded, give me your cell number and I will text you the access information so you can keep it locked up in case something happens to the flashdrive itself,"[/color] he added as pulled out his cell phone and unlocked it. [color=82ca9d]"There might be something there your station doesn't have in evidence. Who knows maybe a fresh set of eyes will see something I haven't. I've gone over that footage until my eyes crossed but I still think I may have missed something. Maybe I just hope I am and it isn't as clear and cut dry as people are making it out to be..."[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] Iris would be able to find what she needed on Jaina, the files were locked and such but it would require her as her attending to request them and such to get what she needed. The phone in Iris's office rang about twenty minutes later. It was the front desk. "Yes, Dr. Kingston? I have a Risa Couri here to see you. She says she is from the United Nations and is here as a translator. Should I send her up?" the woman at the front desk asked. Risa smiled slightly towards the nurse. A man had come in with her but he was sitting down in the lobby just watching Risa at this point. "He with you?" the woman asked as she waited for Iris' answer. [color=a187be]"Yes but he won't be going up with me."[/color]