[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]O'Hare International Airport:[/b][/color] Roy lead her over to the car and popped the trunk so she could toss her things in the back. "Well I got a new partner. Well the captain says she is my partner but you're my partner. Woman's name is Priya Khurana and she is a new transfer from New York of all places," he said before unlocking the car itself and climbing it. It was a nice sport car that was for sure. Not your typical cop care. Granted it wasn't even marked as a cop car. It was a Mustang. Had it been a camero one might have thought they were crawling into Bumblebee. 

	"And Riley is there as well. We all flew out together. Figured it was better to bring her with considering all the shit going down in Grimm and with her having to bury her sister, have a guard on hand. The Sheriff is making sure they are okay while I am here to pick you up," he said. Once Cecily was in the car he started it up and pulled out of the airport parking, heading west first to Gary and then south to Grimm. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimaldi Books:[/b][/color] Adelaide looked over to Robert and answered his line of questions. "Bibliotheca of Pseudo-Apollodorus," she corrected as far as the title went. "It is concise collection of Greek Myths and Heroic Legends. Consisting of three books, the second one is the one which was stolen. They date back around two thousand years and are looked at to be the most valuable mythographical work to come down form ancient times," she said as she slipped on a pair of white cotton gloves. "The Vatican has been trying to get their paws on them for some time."

	Retrieving the two remaining volumes sighed a bit. Bringing the other two over to a table she set them down carefully. "They have a knack for collecting other religions works to keep them under wraps. Heaven forbid that the rest of the world know that Moses was not the first to deal with a flood of the world," she chuckled as she pulled up a chair and sat down. "Now why someone would steal just one and not all of them tells me it wasn't for money. The collection, while still worth a pretty penny per volume is worth far greater together. Volume two deals with mostly the tales of the Underworld."

	There was a beep on her phone and she pulled it out, looking at it and quirking a brow. "Think the man had a change of heart. That or he is going to try to threaten me," she said as she pushed back from her chair and took a breath. Standing up once again she made her way out of the vault and up the stairs. Coming to the top of them she eyed Caesar. "Can I help you?" she asked in a flat tone. 

	Claire looked over at Keystone and took a few of the bags from him so he could eat as well now that she was done. "Shit man, somethings are better left unknown," she chuckled as she leaned against the car and looked towards the book store. "Good thing he has you though, hate to see how the man would be if he were left alone to his own devices. Strikes me as the type that could burn a city block without blinking an eye." Maybe Keystone leaving town wasn't the best idea after all. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn:[/b][/color] The hallway was empty it seemed and the elevator wasn't opening the doors just yet. Things seemed quiet for the meantime. Down in the main part of the hotel the only one about was the desk clerk and she looked about as bored as one would figure in the middle of the day in a town with so few people about. It wasn't as if this town was large or was a tourist type of place. 

	Outside the sun was half obscured by a thick haze that seemed to go over the entire town. It was to be expected at this point as the fire had been put out from the plane crash but that caused a lot of smoke and with the winds not kicking up a lot it was just sort of lingering over the town. Not enough to be a bother or to cause breathing problems but enough to give everything a little haze to it if you were to look out in the distance a bit. Just enough to let you know something had happened and the smell of fuel hung in the air with it. With any luck by morning the smell and the haze would be gone.