[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 laughed slightly and nodded. Rolling up his sleeve he showed a hell of a branding on his inner right forearm but it wasn't the symbol for males like that had been seen on others. It was a simple circle with the letters C and R inside of it, looking like something out of the old west. "My ma runs the Comfort Ranch outs Comfort Texas. Grews up there and I was a little brat backs then," he laughed as he thought back on it. 

	"We's were brandin' cattle, I's couldn't 'ave been mores than eight but damn I was man but I was a stupid one. Thought, hey it couldn't be THAT bad so I let a friend dares me into it." Rolling his sleeve back down he shook his head. "That thang burned worse than any switch taken to me backside growin' up. Thoughs I be thankin' that my friends got it worse than me. Oooo his daddy whooped that boys ass when he founds outs whats we been up to," he laughed. 

[color=536d78][b]Flight AA 296:[/b][/color] Zoie chuckled a bit. "Well then we just have to figure somethin' out. Pretty sure there is plenty to be doin' there. I've been a few times but never long enough to actually gets a look 'round. Do knows there is a hell of a runnin' trail on the shore, be nice to gets out fer a run," she admitted between bites of her food. Looking down at her phone she squished her face up some and sighed a bit as she tucked it back away. "Granted gots to be takin' care of Marc and shit," she added as she started her dessert. 

	"Hopin' the damn feds get there before us then they can handles the parents," she said before taking a long sip of her drink, the ice clanking against the side of the glass. "Though withs all the shit Marc was in, who knows if they even knew he was a fed," she said under her breath. Sliding down in her seat she pushed her food tray back and finished off her drink. Turning on her side slightly she pulled her knees up, the seats were big enough thankfully. She looked over at Mali and forced a slight smile. "You knows we ain't had a chance to actually talk durin' this shit storm. So what ya like to do?"

[color=536d78][b]Flight MSS 1:[/b][/color] The stewardess came over and offered the men mid flight snacks and drinks. Granted they could get pretty much a full meal if they wanted it but it had been a little bit and people did tend to eat more if they could while on long flights. The plane was now over Nebraska and the sky was clear. Nothing but miles and miles of farmland as the eye could see. The private jet usually flew higher than commercial ones  because it was less congested that high up and they could take a more direct route but all things considered they were already flying lower at about 15,000 feet. One could see the dots of the small towns here and there. Every so often one could even pick out a larger farm if there were enough buildings. 

	The plane oddly though started shaking as if it was in a storm. [i]"Boss, we got some clear-air turbulence. Gonna drop to five thousand feet until we pass it,"[/i] the pilot said over the intercom. He rarely ever flew that low unless things were getting bad in the air. A e-mail dinged back from Maria stating she would have legal take a look at things and see make a few calls to see if she could ascertain more. Far below them an orange old school hatchback was speeding down the interstate, it looks like nothing more than a little orange blip of an art barely moving. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana:[/b][/color] The phone rang but it went to voice mail. From the direction of the fire, a police car came rushing towards the funeral home. It pulled up to the curb about ten feet from the women and parked. The door opened and Tim stepped out. "Fuck, I am so damn sorry. I was nearly to the fire site before I remembered Gregory had to head back to Chicago for some reason and I said I would pick you two up," he said in an apologetic voice. "Calls are coming in like crazy and I just don't have the man power..." he started to say but cut himself as he eyed Priya. 

	"Christ on a cracker, why didn't I think of it before," he said before clearing his throat. "Listen I know you are here for other things but I got a break out from the insane asylum and a crashed plane in my back yard. Small town and I got me and my deputy and he's on vacation somewhere in Florida. I could use a spare set of hands. Mind being deputized until I get this shit under control?" he asked Priya in a desperate voice. "Hell, you too Riley, I know you can handle yourself and you know the town like the fucking back of your hands. Might take your minds off things? I mean, if you both can't I get it, I just could really fucking use the help."