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

	[b][color=ed1c24]Funeral Home:[/color][/b] Ryan looked over at Riley and then the rest. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in but I can explain," he said rubbing the back of his neck. As Riley walked out he looked at Priya. "Maybe you should go with her? I'll start taking care of shit," he said before grabbing David by the back of his coat and moving him towards the kids. "Come on, let's get this shit handled."

	"Oh...yes, of course..." David stammered as he want into the room and sat down across from Cyril and the kids. Ryan sighed. He figured at least that Riley would have known some of this but Chloe did have her secrets. Just the fact she had kids that were nearly 10, he thought she would have told her twin sister. Seemed she didn't. Only reason he had introduced them was because he was sure she hadn't met them yet. 

	"Alright, got her will here, this is what she wanted," he said pulling the folder back out and handing it over. David took the paper and started going through them. "She had some demons, so wanted to make sure shit was covered," Ryan added as he pulled the girl into his lap and sat next to his brother. 

	"Can we see the body?" the boy asked. 

	"Oh yes daddy! Can we? Before the chemicals?" the girl asked excitedly. 

	"Yes, before, and during. That would be marvelous," the boy added. 

	David froze and eyed the kids as Ryan rubbed his face. "I'm sorry but you have to be a licensed mortician to go downstairs." 

	[b][color=ed1c24]The Farm:[/color][/b] Another crash came from upstairs and another yell. Relic leaned forward and rubbed his face. A lot was happening at once. The police had finished looking over things for now, the fire department was pulling out. The barn was still letting off steam from the fire being doused. And Zoie was apparently upstairs taking out her frustration on anything she could get her hands on. 

	"Yeah, don't blame you," he said quietly before getting up and heading towards the stairs. "I'm going to shower and change. I think there is some shit in your room. Zoie made some off handed comment last night about having things delivered for you," he said in passing before his feet his the stairs and he headed to his room. In Malis room she would find various pieces of clothing, pants, shirts, jackets, undergarments, shoes, and the like. All casual but of high quality. Even included some sleepware. Apparently Zoie had ordered a lot to be delivered after she had been fitted for the dress yesterday. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Queensguard:[/color][/b] Over in Queensguard, things are calm - Maria is behind closed doors in a meeting with Elizabeth. This is one room where Elizabeth doesn't allow cameras. Outside, things were calm as well. A motorcycle approaches the gate. On it is a single figure. Leather pants and leather coat, leather gloves, and a helmet that covers their head and neck. They pull up to the gate and do not wait for the guards to question them. Simply slipping a folded up manila envelop into the gate. It is thin. Turning the bike around they drive off quickly leaving the guards looking at each other questioningly. 

	One of the guards goes over and pulls the envelop from the gate, taking a look at it. "Hey boss, you got a package," they radio into the building. They aren't moving to bring it in, looks like they are checking it over without opening it. "Checks clean," a second radio call goes through. One of the guards takes the envelope and starts walking it to the building. Unfortunately the bike was common and had no plates. The video surveillance of the grounds only goes so far, so once they hit the outside of the grounds, where it went they have no idea. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Texas/Mexico Border:[/color][/b] There was silence on the phone before his voice broke and he finally spoke again. "Could you get Natasha and fly her to Chicago?" he asked nervously. "It's where her parents are buried and our...home. I..I could meet you there... I'll pay for the trip..." he said stammering over his words. It was obvious he was trying to choke down the tears. 

	A text came in. [i]Who died? What the fuck is going on Rogue?"[/i] - It was Roy again. Another text rang through. [i]"I'm gonna call if I don't get an answer damn it."[/i]