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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Apartment > Car
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[Color=99CC00]"Luckily nothing was from what I could tell."[/color] He kept his sights on her the entire way out until he locked his door. He recognized her from the laundry room a few times, but Matthew had to wonder if she wasn't a spy of Maleficent, watching him and Colby all these years until the time was right. Who could he trust? He didn't know how deep this web went or who the major players were that were spinning it. As he may his way to the car Matthew made sure to keep his eyes peeled the whole time, looking for any suspicious characters that may try and tail them. Nothing came in sight and all he could do eas release a breath he had been holding since the apartment. With that sigh of relief he opened the door, placing the food into his cooler and then putting it in the trunkspace.

His own suitcase was situated where ever he was able to find some space. Making his way into the front seat Matthew took the hat off, laying it in his lap as he hit head against the headrest and let out a long groan. [Color=99CC00]"T-t-this is soooo st-stressful. How do we k-know who to trust? D-did you see my p-place?! It was trashed! I don't kn-kn-know what they were looking for b-but nothing was taken."[/color] His hands were shaking against the brim of the hat, eyes closed as his head remained leaned back against the seat. Whatever normallicy that he could've hoped to remain if he had chosen to stay was now gone. His path was clear and he needed to make his way to Arcadia.