[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9C00FF]Jack Gold[/color][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/c710e06e7be2e8cf804fcdda9a91738fe8b12f5e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f7977564951515332716e3173773d3d2d3530353932363935302e313531646638653466643632636237313738343735313530363832382e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][hr][color=9C00FF]Location:[/color] the Morgue 
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	[color=9C00FF]"See you later Owen,"[/color] Jack said with a slight wave towards the man as he left the area. Now looks like they had work to do, a new corpse was in the morgue, and there was a chance that the guy was a homicide case. If that was what it was, it definitely was going to be a long day. Walking over as Megan started looking over the corpse. The location that the body had been found in certainly as a strange one, as it was the same place that he and Megan had been adopted from. This might make things more then a bit interesting in the end.

	Pulling out his notebook and pen from his pocket, he started writing down a few notes on the body and cause of death. He rolled his eyes at her comment. [color=9C00FF]"So nice to me Meg, though I probably should see about heading to the orphanage and see if anyone there knows anything,"[/color] he said, turning towards the door as he started heading out. However, when Megan mentioned the letter, he whirled back around. [color=9C00FF]"Wait... You got some weird letter like that too? I didn't mention it because I didn't think it was too important."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A36AC7]Rosalia Rider[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/309e2612dd09112840bcef39a624e269/tumblr_inline_neuh86NvhQ1ss1lam.gif[/img][hr][color=A36AC7]Location:[/color] the Streets
[color=A36AC7]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Rosalia couldn't help but smirk to herself as she took off to the main street, pulling her hood off of her head, letting her short curls free. She set the goggles on top of her head as she slowed down to blend in somewhat as she walked down the street, slinging the purse over her shoulder as if it belonged to her. That was always the trick with these sort of things. If you acted like you belonged, or that something you just stole belonged to you, the fewer people questioned it. Made things way easier over all.

	She slipped into the nearest restaurant, figuring that it was her best option. It meant that she could hopefully avoid anyone who might question her, laying low for a little while before maybe making her way back to her small apartment. With any luck she'd only have to lie low for a few minutes or something. It would make things better for her in the long run that way. This was the part about being a thief that she didn't really care for, playing the waiting game.