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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] "No perfect place if they want to keep things locked down," Zoie said as she leaned back in her seat. This was going to put a kink into the plan. Zoie knew the Justice Courthouse well. She knew the ins and out of it, how to get in and out unseen and unheard. This place, that was something else. 

	"I've been here before but shit," Zoie added as she ran her finger back and forth under her chin. She had been, but only a handful of times. She wasn't a major player in Juno, she was an Aqueduct. This complex was newer, the security was higher, a lot higher. This was where Elizabeth Queensguard held most of her meetings in Justice. 

	"Means I have to get in," Relic said as he pushed up his glassed. Zoie shot him a look, she knew he was right but she didn't like it. Her brother was on their radar. On Junos that was. She had to keep him out of sight. 

	"Yeah... okay, three of us out at the stairs. Stay behind me and Mali, hopefully they will be too busy looking at me to take note of you." Zoie doubted it but it was all they had at the moment. Marc pulled up to the gate and handed over the invitation to the gate guard. Getting in should be easy, getting out was a whole different story. 

	Up at the front, limos were pulling up and people were getting out. It was an A list of Junos most influential. Now if someone bombed the place right now a lot of innocents might be taken out but Juno would have been crippled. Too bad the blood thirty former federale was in Mexico right then. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Taxi in Mexico:[/color][/b] Natasha looked over at Cecily and perked a brow. [color=f26522]"You are really into this whole comic book stuff aren't you?"[/color] she asked. It really wasn't much of a question, it was pretty obvious that she was but hey, keep the conversation moving. 

	Glancing down at her phone she had a message and read over it before looking back at Cecily. [color=f26522]"Well shit, seems we are missing stuff back in Justice,"[/color] she said as she opened a browser on her phone and showed the youtube footage of a certain blond headed young man get taken out by a fire hydrant. [color=f26522]"That is going to be a bitch to sew back up."[/color]

	Shaking her head some she looked out the window of the taxi as it pulled up to the front of the air port and passed the main gates. It stopped in front of the car rentals. [color=f26522]"Lets get our shit and get a car."[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Stairwell in an Asylum:[/color][/b] [color=a187be]"Moo?"[/color] Risa said to herself. That was something she hadn't expected. This was going to be a lot more of a problem than she thought. Yet they were headed to the door and Lucas was there starting to fall in behind them. The couple exchanged looks and Risa just went with it. There was nothing else she could do. 
	
	Then the alarms went off. [color=a187be]"Shit, plan B.... Go Bahzooli and get out!"[/color] she yelled at Jaina as security came out from behind the monitor counter. Several armed guards coming right for the woman who was mooing. Risa pulling a dagger out from her pants line as Lucas drew his gun. He hadn't needed to go through a metal detector. 

	Risa tossed her bag at one of the guards as she planted a foot in a chair and kicked it forward at another. This was going to get complicated fast. Right then her only goal was to get them out the front door before the gate dropped. Once that happened they would have to find another point of exit. Screw that, she could see the street from here. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]A Safehouse in the Deadlight District:[/color][/b] Roy looked over at the two women, they seemed to be fine so he grabbed the hottest ones as well. Shit, if they could handle it, he could. That was his big mistake because whatever fortitude they had in their tongues, Roy did NOT. "BLOODY GREEN HOBGOBLIN PISS!" he yelled after he took a bite and chewed a few times. His face was turning red, it was obvious he was trying not to spit it out. Eyes watering ,nose running. Oh this was too much. 

	Reaching across the table he grabbed one of the canned sodas he had bought with the food. Popping the top he downed it but the carbonation and sugar only made a bad situation worse. He tried not to spit it out. Ended up choking on it instead as he turned his head. Bubbles and hot sauce coming out of his nose. That message on his phone would have to wait because right then he felt like was going to die as his eyes bulged.