[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=ed1c24]*Okay, I am going to be posting less and less straight out information for you all. Mystery is heating up and so the rolls and such need to pick up. Check your skills, use them, call for rolls. You can call for a roll before you post or you can leave a roll request at the end of your post and your results will be placed in the next update.[/color]

[color=536d78][b]Chicago, Illinois (Grimaldi Books):[/b][/color] Adelaide nodded. "Yeah, hopefully I can get an old high school friend to get us better access than I had back then. Listen, if you leave the room push the vault door shut behind you, it will lock on it's own," she said before heading up the stairs to deal with the tech that had showed up at her door. The bell above the front door rang as she unlocked the door and let the man in before closing and locking it behind her. "Yeah I hope you can help," she said as she walked over to the back room door and unlocked it. 

	"Well Wentworth told me to take care of shit, so here I am," the man said taking off his cap and looking around. 

	"Seems that way, so what do I call you?" she asked as pushed the door open. 

	"Rapture, call me Rapture," he said and she looked at him oddly. "It's my handle." she shrugged and flipped the light on. He let out a small whistle as he walked over to the console and sat down. "Wenty wasn't lying when he said you paid." Dropping his bag he sat down and cracked his knuckles. 

	"Yeah.. So you think you can.." she started and he turned his head slightly. 

	"Lady, this is what I do," he said cutting her off before fanning his fingers a bit and got to typing. 	

[color=536d78][b]Chicago, Illinois (Roads of Chicago):[/b][/color] Taking the card, Atticus pocketed it and nodded. "Gods fucking speed," he said before putting his cigarette out and heading out of his office. Locking it behind him as he left before heading to the AA meeting he was hosting. Once Caesar was in the vehicle and they were on their way, they were not moving quickly. It was afternoon now, on a Monday, in downtown Chicago. Traffic has reared it's ugly head and things are going slower than molasses in January, or whatever the British/Mexican equivalent of that is. But hey, it's not boring. Why? There is a flash on their GPS screen...

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[color=536d78][b]Road To Grimm:[/b][/color] Zoie took a sip of her drink and nodded as the straw popped from her lips. "Yeah, ain't that the damn truth. Though, one Bubba ain't a problem but when you get a shit ton of them dumb asses together, eating their smokie wieners at their local 'rally', then shit gets bad. They're like cockroaches that way. One's just a nuisance, but there's always more just waitin' in the dark," she said before popping another nugget in her mouth. Shrugging she kept eating and looking around. 

	The truck looked out of place but in the end Mali would figure it was just some guy who likes to spend more on his truck than anything else. While it probably wouldn't have gotten attention had it been dirty, thing was, red necks loved their trucks. He was probably wanting attention, so he jacked it up, made the muffler louder and as he pulled out of the parking lot, hit the gas so hard it roared and left tire tracks in its wake.  

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Beneath Grimaldi Manor):[/b][/color] The tunnel smelled more of artificial strawberry than the basement had but now that the curtain was drawn back and they were actually in it, it smelled old and musty as well. This didn't look like a new tunnel, this looked old. Real old. Granted where they walked through, it looked like it had just been hammered out recently. The walls were dirt and held up with braces. Some were metal, some were wood. The ground was old boards. There was a line of lights that lined the tunnel. It only seemed to go in one direction for now. Towards the east and slightly south from the manor itself if one was looking from above. As far as any of the kids from back in the day knew, it hadn't been there back when they partied in the basement. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Police Station):[/b][/color] Roy looked over to Cecily slowly. "I ain't good at multi tasking," he said with a smirk before turning his attention back forward and pointing his gun slowly out as he swept the area. "But, I'll try to stay out of the blood," he added as he looked around. Letting out a huff he rounded the corner and moved slowly down the hallway. 

	There wasn't anything in the area that Cecily could use to collect samples. This was just the front lobby area and it was mostly just some paper work, the broken phone, and such. There was a slight cough down the hallway and the flashlight beam came down the hallway that Roy had gone down. "Um, Rogue, you might want to see this..." Roy said quietly.