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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)[/h3][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Crash Site:[/color][/b] Ross shook his head. "No but it can't be anything good." Planes just didn't go down like that, and pilots didn't just died like that. Shit like this didn't just happen. There was always a reason for it and it was never good. It was either A) someone fucked up a check, B) someone was trying to kill him, C) someone was trying to kill her, or D) something worse he hadn't thought of yet. 

	Moving towards the tree line he motioned for her to follow. "I'm sure you know how to duck, do it if you need to," he added quietly as they kept moving. Placing both hands on the gun he kept an eye out as they walked. He wasn't ducking down but it was surprising how quietly the man could move naturally but then again he had been at this type of work for decades. By this time of his life it would be harder to move like the rest of the world. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Funeral Home:[/color][/b] "My pleasure, let us take a seat," David said as he motioned for them to follow him through the double doors to his right. There was a couch set up and a pair of upholstered chairs across from it with a low coffee table between them. On the tables were binders, flowers, and the ever present box of tissues. Boxes of tissues seemed to be placed on any table in the place, for good reason. 

	Unbuttoning his jacket he sat down and pulled a clip board from the side of the chair. "We are prepared to do as large of a service or as small of one as you want. We offer a wide range services." He seemed rather dry when he spoke, it was obvious he had been doing this for years. He was detached but that was too be expected. He couldn't afford to get emotional in this business, the toll would be too high. 

	"If you don't stop taking pictures of everything we do in this house I'm going to break that camera." The voice sounded angry as the front door opened and a [url=http://digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/16/22/640x360/gallery-ustv-six-feet-under3.jpg]man in running shorts come inside, followed by a younger girl with red hair carrying a camera[/url]. 

	"I'm making art," she said as she slammed the door. 

	"You're irritating everyone."

	"Excuse me," David said as he stood up, giving an apologetic look before starting to scurry towards the two. 

	"I'm catching life as it unfolds, how you react is part of that Nate," the girl said trying to defend her actions. 

	"Oh that is bullshit Claire."

	"Would you two hold it down, I am trying to do an intake," David said in a hushed voice as he motioned towards Priya and Riley. Claire just rolled her eyes as Nate downed half a bottle of water. He mouthed sorry before jogging up the stair case. Taking a deep breath David composed himself and turned back towards the woman. "I am very sorry for the interruption."

	[b][color=ed1c24]The Farm:[/color][/b] Zoie hopped out of the car and ran towards the house. She had a main line and right then she didn't bars on her cell. That wasn't uncommon being out this far. Relic on the other hand crawled out of the car and was a bit slower. It was as if he couldn't decide to go towards the barn with Mali or towards the house with Zoie. In the end he picked the house. There was fear in his eyes when he looked at the flames coming from the barn. 

	It wasn't surprising, the barn was engulfed in flames and the sounds of the wood cracking were loud. As Mali called out there was no call back of someone answering, at least not from what one could hear right then. The sound of the fire was loud and roaring. The place was hot, really hot, but of course it was on fire. Smoke filled the place and it was nearly impossible to see anything. 

	"Yeah hurry," Zoie said before hanging up the phone and nearly running into her brother as she turned around. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Queensguard:[/color][/b] Maria sat there paying with her grandson as she watched the family get to know each other, well more like it was her watching to make sure that Caesar didn't say something too horrible. Angel she wasn't worried about, the girl could take care of herself and she was more interested in food than anything else it seemed right then. "And he doesn't mean anything by it either Keystone. He's just gruff since Angel is so like Alicia was," Maria piped in as they pulled up to the complex and the gate opened for them. 

	Once the car was parked, Maria opened the door and stepped out, undocking the carseat before pulling it out and setting it on the ground with the boy still in it. She needed to grab the diaper bag as well as some other things. "Keystone, get your son. Caesar, the playpin. Angel, your gear," she said quickly as she grabbed her bag and the diaper bag for the baby. "I want a full run down of evens over the last 72 hours, personal interviews set up with current staff of our own and anyone else that has access to this building and..." she said as her heels clicked against the concrete. "A 1 on 1 with Elizabeth, time to have a talk with the Queen bee."

	[b][color=ed1c24]Texas/Mexico Border:[/color][/b] The 911 call center said there were on their way but what that meant in terms of time was anyones guess. The US system of emergency rescue medicine wasn't always the best. If they were lucky the paramedics would be there in five to ten minutes, if not it could be an hour depending on how far out an ambulance was when the call came in, if they were already busy, traffic and so forth. 

	Natasha was getting worse, her lips were going blue under the blood that was covering them, her pale skin was going gray, her skin was cold and clammy as her body shook. She was still coughing up blood, trying to speak as she did. The word lied kept coming out. And in between that another word - it seemed to be the word two.