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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]
	
	[b][color=ed1c24]A limo in Justice:[/color][/b] "There are worse ways to go," Marc said as he climbed in and threw the limo into gear. Pulling away from the curb as Relic got comfortable in his seat across from his sister and Mali he nodded in agreement with Marc.

	"Yeah, freezing to death on Hoth would be one of them," he said as he rubbed at his eyes slightly. His glasses were gone and it seemed that the contacts that he was wearing were bothering him a bit. 

	"Hey, I have an idea, let's try not to die tonight? That way we don't have to have the debate on worst ways to die," Zoie chirped in as Marc drove them down the road and not out of the Diamond District. Zoies brow perked up a bit as they seemed to not be heading towards the Government District and the Court House where the fund raiser was supposed to be taking place. "They changed the venue didn't they?" she asked as she slipped across the seat into the other one and up towards the front so she could peek through the partition at Marc. 

	"Yeah..."

	"Wait, venue change to where?" Relic asked as he looked out the windows. 

	"Shit..." Zoie grumbled as the limo turned and got behind a line of others. They were still in the Diamond District. Pulling up to a large complex surrounded by a fence and guards out front. On their uniforms read MSS but the sign on the complex said, "Queensguard Research Complex..."

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Taxi in Mexico:[/color][/b] A text confirming the halt of the transfer was sent to Cecilys phone. Natasha nodded slightly at her saying it was taken care of and pulled out her phone, sending a text through on hers to Lincoln. Hopefully he could give her a hand in this because leaving a body for a couple of days in a hanger at the airport was probably not the best idea. 

	[color=f26522]"Seen all the movies,"[/color] Natasha said as she hit send on the text and looked over towards Cecily as their driver passed the gate of the Gonzalez family house/compound and started heading towards the airport. She did like X-men. Huge Jackman was an awesome Wolverine in her mind. Comics however, the woman didn't read them. She had spent so much of her time studying to get her degree and her doctorate as quickly as possible the last thing she wanted to do in her down time was read, anything. So she binged watched Movies and TV shows like mad when she could. 

	[color=f26522]"Why do you ask?"[/color] Natasha asked as she slipped her phone back into her bag and awaited an answer back from Lincoln. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Stairwell in an Asylum:[/color][/b] Oh that did not work out the way that Risa had intended. It hadn't occurred to her that she should probably tell Jaina to stop acting like the doctor before she started another impersonation. The girls mind was definitely a bit further gone than she had originally thought. That was going to make thing a bit more complicated than she would have liked but hey, shit needed to get done and she needed Jaina for that. 

	[color=a187be]"You're skills are amazing! Now, as we walk through this door I want you to try something new. Stop acting like me and the doctor. Now you are secret agent and must blend into the crowd in the next room until we get out of the Asylum. We have to act as normal as possible. What they consider normal. That none fun normal. Blank faces, moving like cattle through the room until we hit the door."[/color] 

	Risa wasn't exactly sure if that would work of if it would back fire horribly and the girl would start mooing. Keeping her hand in her purse she wrapped her fingers around her knife hilt and got ready. Pushing the door open she spotted Lucas as he stood up and started heading for the door. It was time to get out of there. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Safehouse in the Deadlight District:[/color][/b] "Yeah, food first because damn I am starved," Roy said as he walked over to the front door and locked it up tight. Clapping his hands together he rubbed them and couldn't wait to dig in but his phone went off and he had to check the incoming text. It was from the other half of his Dynamic Duo. Fingering in a quick reply he hoped she would be okay. 
	
	[i]"You too, don't need any premature grays messing up your do,"[/i] he sent back before shoving his phone into his pocket and sitting down at the table. 
	
	"Shit, plates," he mumbled before hopping back up. Grabbing some paper plates, forks, cups, and napkins he came back quickly and dropped them on the table. They were about to fall out of his arms anyways. "Whoops," he said with a grin as he collapsed in his chair and tried again. "Okay, three levels of spice - Hot, Holy Shit, and I'm Fucking Dying," he said pointing to the containers. "Who wants to pick first?" he asked grinning. (Rolls for spice consumption will be needed, tag me for roll before you post. >.>)