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The quicker she could be away from the dead body, the better. It was starting to ooze and the heat wasn't making it any more bearable. The others quickly joined them. Jaelle and Mal together followed up with Finn. The gang was all there, such as they were. If someone was asked to put differing personalities and clashing personas together on a team for a comedy TV show, she had a feeling their group would be prime time.

Despite Jaelle's insistence that there would be no cameras (no cameras in this day and age? Even the middle of nowhere had technology), Eleanor felt it was a good idea to check. Primrose tried to bite down a self-satisfied smile in Jaelle's direction but did not do a good job of hiding it. Primrose glanced over at the police officer who had his mind warped. It couldn't have been a young, hot cop? Just her luck.

She debated on how to handle this. She could probably get by on charm alone. She was sure the officer would be like putty in her hands if she laid it on thick. She could also use her family's name. Despite their hesitancy in working for any civil service areas, they maintained a good relationship with the police (for reasons, Primrose was sure, not so honorable). The man's brain was already impacted by Eleanor's abilities, so perhaps that led him to be more susceptible to hers.

Primrose left the others to go over the scene, nodding at Finn as she passed him. Out of everyone on the team, apart from Eleanor who she considered being above the others on authority alone, Finn was the one she could see developing a possible friendship with the easiest. She also had to hand it to him, his skills were incredibly useful. As she walked, Primrose threw up an illusion over herself. So long as she maintained it, anyone who did not know it was her would see an older woman, her late 40's, dressed impeccably in a black suit, hair cut short and no-nonsense glasses over her eyes and a facial expression that read "I am wasting my time talking to you already so don't make me waste anymore."

She made her way over to the officer, who sat there, a speck of drool forming at the cusp of his bottom lip and dripping down over his uniform. Primrose fought a groan. She had a job to do. She snapped her fingers in two quick successions to get his attention. The man shook his head and looked over at her. "Huh? Wha-" was his response. She was quick to respond back. "Save it, I am already annoyed we were not contacted sooner. Agent Beatrice Burns, FBI." She held up a black card, also managed with an illusion. To the untrained eye, it would look like FBI credentials. "I'll make this quick so you can go back to standing there while the trained professionals clean up your mess. This now falls under FBI jurisdiction. I'm going to need the names of anyone who might have seen the car or the driver as well as any camera footage nearby. I also need that yesterday so..." she raised an eyebrow at the officer, expecting him to jump at the chance.

To his credit, he did.

"Um yes, yes ma'am! Sir! Umm..." He fumbled his words a bit more before he continued. "The only camera we have near here is at the gas station up the road a ways. As for witnesses, maybe they saw something there? Last I noticed there was a car parked in the lot that isn't the owner. I'm close with the owner. We go bowling every th.."

Primrose cut him off. "Do I look like I want to know about your recreational pastimes officer? Unless it pertains to the poor dead sod rotting in the car over there, I don't give a damn! Give me whatever reports you have and be on your way. I'm sure there's a box of donuts that needs your attention." She paused a bit as the officer looked at her. "Now!" At her yell, the officer scrambled into his car and grabbed a police report, and handed it to her. He saluted her too, which was a nice touch. "Forget this interaction ever happened officer and I won't have to talk to your supervisor about your absolute tomfoolery. Dismissed!" At that, she turned and walked back to the others, leaving the officer to pick up the pieces.

As she walked, she read the report. It appeared as if someone called in the car. According to the information listed, it was a "Cecil Peterson" and his wife. Last known location of the Petersons? The gas station, where they seemed to remain, despite the long number of hours. Why are the Petersons still there? Surely their information would be gathered and they could be on their way.

As she got closer, she heard tired and turned to see a car pull up. She glanced at Eleanor to see if she knew who they were and, judging on her facial expression, she did. They would have to work fast now.

[hider=Synopsis]
-Primrose used her illusion magic to talk to the already weakened Officer Stevens
-She discovered that there is a gas station further up that has security cameras that may have caught the driver and/or the car
-There are also potential witnesses who might have seen the driver or the car. Both the owner of the gas station and the other people whose car is still parked at the gas station lot.
-Primrose also got her hands on a police report filed by the Petersons. Apparently, they are still at the gas station. Or at least, their car is. Why are they still there? What, or who, are they waiting for?[/hider]