[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]*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. You are allowed to get a roll during your post and place another at the end of your post.[/color]

[color=536d78][b]Chicago, Illinois (Grimaldi Books):[/b][/color] Adelaide looked over towards Roberts and quirked a brow. "You weren't exactly much better," she said flatly. He hadn't been. Rapture hadn't been friendly but he did provide them with information and seemed to have a lead, which was more than the two of them had done since he started investigating her insurance claim. Robert seemed to fire back to Rapture, throwing gas on a fire. As far as she was concerned they were equally to blame for the tense environment that had been created. 

	"No, I'll get them, you got get your things, I'll see you back here when you're done and we can go. We'll take my car, I know the roads back home," she said before going towards the front door. "Gonna lock up once you leave, just ring the bell when you get back," she added. Once he was out the door, Adelaide went about closing things up, packing a few items, grabbing the files from downstairs and sending her husband a text that she would be out of town and in Grimm for a while. She didn't tell him that Tinder was dead, the two had been friend, close friends. That wasn't something she was going to break to him while he was in Hawaii with their children. It wasn't a text thing. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Outskirts):[/b][/color] Finally, Keystone and Caesar are in Grimm, Indiana. About fucking time. :P Alright, as with previous descriptions of the town, it has a haze over it, it smells like burning wood and something else. Roads are pretty clear. Small town and people not wanting to be out in this for long. There are a few signs entering town that point out to where Gas Stations, Food, and Lodging can be found - you know your general direction signs you see on highways in the States. Where you go and what you do now is up to you. Information Center is also pointed out in case you need to find somewhere else. Granted, this place is still so behind the times there are actual phone booths as well, who knows, maybe there is a phone book. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Tinder House):[/b][/color] Zoie looked over towards Mali and nodded. "In my suitcase, the one I checked," she admitted. Even if she had dealt with Juno and worked for them, she still would have packed a few guns with her and a knife or two. She was raised in the deep south and her father had taught her to shoot before she could ride a bike. Climbing out of the vehicle she went to the back and opened her suit case, pushing her clothing aside she had two para ordinance pistols and a few hunting knives. It seemed slightly fitting to see these things laying on top of her silk night gown. Rather fitting for Zoie all things considered.  

	One couldn't tell right off but Mali has a keen eye, the place was broken into. There was the smallest hint of it but right on the door jam was some indenting, which showed where something had wedged between the frame and the door to jimmy it open. Picking up a gun, Zoie put a clip in and checked it before doing the same with the other. Taking one of the knives she slipped it into the loop of her belt. Looking over towards Mali she held out a gun and a knife. "Want both or just one?" she asked. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Asylum Sub-basement):[/b][/color] Riley isn't picking up on much but one thing was going in their favor. Riley's call was going through right now, it was ringing, now whether or not Cecily picked up was another matter. (PM Morose to talk it out.) The call would be static filled though being so low in the sub basement. And things were not exactly quiet now down in the sub-basement of the Asylum. One could hear someone moan and grunt down the hallway a bit. It was coming from a room about twenty yards down the hallway. 	

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Police Station):[/b][/color] Roy sighed as the call went straight to voice mail. This couldn't have been good. Getting into the car, he put his seat belt on and started it up. "Fuck..." he said under his breath. Cecily, thinking on matters would come up with the best place to go was to Tinders but they didn't have an address. If something was going down and Roy couldn't reach him, maybe he was in trouble. With everything that was going on it made sense. There was a phone booth just on the sidewalk in front of the Police Station and it had a black covered phone book hanging in it. This was a small town, there couldn't be a lot of Tinders in the book. And there wasn't. If she went to check it there would only be one. At least now they had a destination if she went with it.