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[color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Graveyard
[color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A
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Tony listened as the group discussed what to do about the fresh grave. When Sam mentioned that a mysterious phone number had sent him a map claiming that Miguel was in this graveyard, Tony's eyes widened for the briefest of moments before he was able to return to a neutral expression. Someone had contacted Sam too? So Tony wasn't the only one.

Sam's message couldn't have been more different from the one [i]he[/i] had received though. Tony's message said to stay quiet about his suspicions, while Sam's was pretty much an open invitation to investigate. He had no idea what to make of that. Were they sent by the [i]same[/i] mysterious person, or different people with different goals? Was the person that sent Sam here laying a trap, or did they actually want Miguel to be found? If so, why? Or if it was in fact the same person sending both messages, why were they so different? Did they want to point everyone in different directions so they couldn't effectively work together, or were they being played like fiddles and doing exactly what these people wanted?

Tony's mind was racing, trying to figure out how these puzzle pieces fit together, but there was only one conclusion he was relatively sure of. If Sam had been sent this location [i]right before[/i] this meeting, whoever was responsible for everything that was happening might have wanted to steer this meeting - not just Sam - to this graveyard, for any number of reasons. Whatever those reasons were, Tony did not want to act like a marionette on their strings. Whatever sick game the La Lunes were playing at, if the group kept playing by [i]their[/i] rules, they would lose.

Realizing he had completely zoned out while all those thoughts ran through his head, Tony blinked and processed what was happening; Rhiannon and Millicent had started digging into the grave, while Constance had turned away, refusing to watch. [color=skyblue]"Woah woah woah, [i]hold on a minute,[/i]"[/color] he urged. He turned towards Sam before continuing. [color=skyblue]"We need to [i]talk[/i] about this. A random phone number messages you [i]right before this meeting,[/i] practically [i]telling[/i] you to come here. Did you consider the fact that this could be a [i]trap?[/i] That they want you here, maybe even knew you'd lead us [i]all[/i] here, and that whatever they want is probably NOT in our best interests? You say maybe someone is trying to help us, and may be giving us clues. Renee is DEAD, and for all we know, Miguel could be too! We can't fucking trust these people!"[/color] He was not quite shouting at the end of this rant, but it wasn't far off, either.

Tony took a deep breath, calming his frustration. Now was hardly the time for anger, no matter how much this whole nightmarish situation might warrant it. At a more normal volume that was maybe just a bit forced, he continued, looking around at everyone as he spoke. [color=skyblue]"The only people we can trust are standing right here, right now. [i]Nobody else,[/i] not without evidence that they're not involved in this, like how [i]we've[/i] all been blackmailed. As a matter of fact, I have evidence that we [i]should not[/i] trust whoever sent you that map. When I got back to my room this morning, I received a message too. It warned me not to talk about my suspicions about Renee's death. Whoever sent it is clearly NOT on our side."[/color] He pulled out his phone, opened the text up, and held it out to the group: [i]You know what happened. Keep quiet.[/i] He turned back to Sam. [color=skyblue]"Compare the number to the one that sent yours. If it's the same, then that's proof that us being here, on their terms, is a mistake."[/color]