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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Scallop] [@Nallore] [@Natsu][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] Helga was everything the stereotypical German Female Athlete that was probably kicked off an Olympic team for doing steroids would be pictured. Tall, broad, blonde hair, tanned skin, and looked much older than she probably should have. It didn't help that her voice sounded like someone that smoked three packs a day for thirty years and than got ran through a baritone filter. "Oi! I thought for sure you had fallen asleep it was taking so long," Helga said as she came into the room and walked over to the table. 

	"Oh strong girl, good! Most girls are twigs, snap like twig. Ask for deep tissue? How can I give deep tissue when she had no tissue to get deep?" Helga chuckled as she into Mali's line of sight so she didn't have to crane her neck up from the table. "Right, we begin. I start light, work deeper. If too much - say, don't stay quite, I lighten," she added before righting herself and warming some oil up. Once it was at a good temperature she got to work, shoulders first and beginning to work down. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b] Roy watched Priya as she walked over towards the conference room before looking over at Riley and talking quietly. "I will be right over there, don't leave here and stay in my eye sight," he said before walking over to the conference room and shutting the door. It was sound proof but thankfully the windows gave him a perfect vantage point to keep Riley in his line of sight and where she could see him clearly from his desk. 

	Looking over to Priya he listened and rubbed his face slightly. "You have no fucking idea.." he muttered under his breath. Resting his palms on the table he leaned over and shook his head. "Why couldn't I have just gotten some fat ready to retired asshat that was just out here for the sun and beach. No I had to get the girl that wants to do her damn job," he added before looking back up at Priya. "This place will get you killed..." 
	
	[b][color=ed1c24]Club Afterdark:[/color][/b] "You really aren't the brightest are you?" she snipped as she gave him a half eye roll. "Come up to someone working, in a place with over a dozen chalk outlines on the pavement outside splattered in crimson. Try to act like you know this town and blame it on curiosity. That isn't curiosity, that is down right stupidity." Shaking her head she picked up her glasses fro the pile of papers she was going over and rested them on the tip of her nose. 

	She let out a breath as she picked up a small stack of them, licking the tip of her finger before she started thumbing through them. "In this town, you're lucky you and your cat were both served up for lunch already," she added before giving a snap of her fingers and the barman made his way over to them. He stood tall, a good two inches taller than Bart did and had at least three stones worth of muscle more of weight. 

	"What up Ms. Burnmore?" he asked as he dried his hands off on one of he bar towels he kept with him. 

	"Get the boy a last meal," she said without looking up. The man nodded before looking over at the Bart. 

	"Righto, come on kid," he said before motioning over towards the bar. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]La Hacienda:[/color][/b] [color=f26522]"Oh that's good,"[/color] she said once she found out that Cecily was okay and that she wasn't needed to repair some stitches or take care of an infection that had set in. So it wasn't that, then what did he need to speak to her about. The way he cleared his throat sounded like a dog getting ready to maul her in all honestly and she didn't like it. 

	Natasha quirked a brow and leaned back slightly. She wasn't sure what was going on but she wasn't having any of it. [color=f26522]"Listen, I don't know you but getting me alone to try to pump me for information isn't intimidating,"[/color] she said in a firm voice. It was easy to tell she was weak form her treatments and recovery was going slow but it seemed that her spirit hadn't been tarnished by the chemo. [color=f26522]"And just how in the fuck do you know who hired me?"[/color] she said as her eyes narrowed and she gripped the tissue in her hand. Pulling it to her mouth she coughed slightly. [color=f26522]"Some nerve. Come crawling out of the sewer, literally, with a shot woman. I have to patch her up. Pokes his nose into my personal life. Then comes to me spouting off shit about my boss?"[/color]

	Shaking her head Natasha stood up and coughed again into her tissue. [color=f26522]"No sé quién diablos crees que eres, pero ya coloqué mi trabajo en la línea dándote toda la puta información sobre el caso y viniendo aquí para asegurarme de que Cecily está bien. ¿Y vienes aquí, hurgando en mi vida? Vete a la mierda bastardo,"[/color] she coughed before pulling her phone out of her bag and starting back towards the house. [color=f26522]"Sí, información, necesito un taxi,"[/color] she said into the phone. 
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	I don't know who the hell you think you are but I already placed my job on the line by giving you any fucking information on the case and coming here to make sure Cecily is okay. And you come here, digging into my life? Fuck off you bastard.

	Yes, information, I need a taxi."
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