[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center]
[color=536d78][b]Flight UA 2199:[/b][/color] Gavin took a sip of his drink and shrugged a bit. "Ain't nothin' really, just been asked to keep ya alive, if you been mixed up with the Gonzalez' as of late, chances are you in sum trouble little lady. Ain't nutin' ever good come out of Justice, that place it like gates of hell if yousa ask me," he said as he sat his drink down and leaned back in his seat. 

	Stretching out his legs as best he could he glanced out of the window. "My gal gots a sister out there, twisted up in all types of shit, so gonna ask you sumthan'" he said before turning back and looking at her. "Please tell me ya ain'ts got no brandin's," he said as his brow arched deeply over one eye and his curls fell over the other one. "Cause dependin' on hows yous answer gonna depend on if I wants sumethan' from ya."

[color=536d78][b]Flight AA 296:[/b][/color] "Of course," the stewardess said before handing over the meals. Serving it without dressing wasn't an issue as it was in a packet. She pushed the cart down the isle some so she could take care of the next person down the way. Zoie smiled and nodded. 

	"Wonderful, once we are done with this we will spend a few days just actually enjoying the city," she said before taking a sip of her drink. "Any idea of what you would want to do there? I mean, have you ever been?" she asked before taking a bite of her meal. It wasn't the best meal in the world but as far as airplane food went it was actually really good. She didn't normally take first class when she flew but sometimes she felt it was worth it. Granted if she was going home to visit she took coach because it got her ready for the hell storm of shit she would always have to deal with when she went down south. 

	"Meals are being served currently, please make sure to keep the isles clear as much as you can. Meal Service shouldn't take but a few minutes," an announcement said over the intercom. 

[color=536d78][b]Flight MSS 1:[/b][/color] They were passed the Rockies now and nothing more seemed to be happening. No more messages arrived and no more hiccups in the electrical or communications. At least not for a few minutes. After a few both were informed via voice mails as no call rang the following...

	"I don't know what type of shit show operation you have going down there but you will appear for questioning at Precinct 1 within 1 weeks time or a warrant will be placed out for your arrest for obstruction of justice and anything else that the District Attorney can come up with, up to Murder 1 and Conspiracy to commit Murder as three people died under your watch, and 1 more did just hours after leaving the murder party. You aren't the police, you are under our jurisdiction." - The tone wasn't nice and it was meant to put them in their place. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana:[/b][/color] Things are roughly the same here. The smoke coming from the north east is slowly going from black to grey to white. Things are clam out front as the ball continues to roll down the road and jumped a curb before stopping in the grass. Tim still hasn't shown up but it hasn't been too terribly long since Roy sent that message right? I mean if there is a fire in town and such maybe he is tied up at the scene. Who knows. No word has come in yet that is for sure.