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Justice Asylum: - The woman moved quickly and as soon as her feet touched the pavement below in the alleyway the rope detached. It wasn't but two steps and a door to a car was open for them from the inside, she had someone with her. Cynthia was pushed into the car followed by the woman.

Marc lowered his gun and rushed over, trying to get a look as he pulled his phone out. "I need a locator turned on. No I can't wait for that shit, just get it turned on! I have a hostage situation! Code Omega, Zulu, Theta, 45 Niner. Yes, send coordinates to my phone, now!" he said before hanging up and shoving the phone back into his vest pocket. Marc had known Cynthia for a long time and after everything that went down back in Grimm he stepped over the line and made sure there was a tracking chip in her. It wasn't exactly legal but he worried about her. She had been hell to deal with in High School but now she was just a victim. He knew he couldn't always be around so he wanted to make sure he knew where she was at all times if something went wrong.

Sighing he kicked the wall out of frustration. He wanted to chase after them, put a bullet through that woman's head but he still had a job to do. And he knew this woman was key in that investigation. He had to find out where she was hold up. This might be his only chance. Let them get to where they were going and then hit them. He just hoped that Cynthia wouldn't get caught in the cross fire but by the look of the Mexican, she just might.

Google Search:
Julia Tutwiler
Julia Tutwiler PRison For Women
Lynda Lyon Block

Zoies Farm: - Relic closed himself away in his room, shutting the door behind him. Zoie on the other hand wasn't exactly ready to turn in yet. She kept with the cleaning up of the kitchen and getting things situated. Once that was done she headed out the front door, leaving it open and the screen shut behind her. Taking a long breath she looked over the fields and headed towards the horse barn, the goat following her closely on her heels but not bumping into her. His little bell around his neck clanging away as he did and baahing every so often.

Grabbing the pitch fork Zoie got to moving dry hay into the horse stalls and doing her evening chores for the place. She normally had a Hand around to take care of things but she had sent him off for the night. Thankfully it didn't seem off to him. She did it all the time when she actually had a night off as it were and took care of things around her home herself. She liked the work and it helped her clear her mind. Plus she figured that after tonight it would probably be a while before she was able to enjoy a peaceful moment like this again.

Roys Uber Mobile: - "I will I will," Roy said to Riley about pulling over if he needed to so that she could drive. He was feeling it but it wasn't enough that he was going to let someone else drive yet. He grunted as he bandaged him up. It wasn't the best job but getting wrapped by someone without training in the middle of driving made for bad circumstances. It could have been worse and it was enough for now. "Screw that, I have a better chance of living if I stay away from the hospital," he said between clenched teeth.

"We'll be there shortly, then I can get better look at it and you can make your call but wait. I have a secure phone. We don't know if they have tapped yours," he said as he turned down a street and headed towards a worse part of town than Boston Heights was in.

Riley's phone went off, a text message from an unknown source. "Don't test us, deliver the goods or more die."

Justice Hospital: - Things in the OR seemed to be going. The lead surgeon was finally able to get things cleaned up and everything was prepped. Now was the moment of truth, could they save the eye? Just as Dr. Brinne had thought, there was not saving it but she couldn't fault the surgeon for trying. She would have as well. There was always that small percentage chance that things would work out in their favor. Sadly this was not one of those times. But all hope was not lost yet. Felix's vitals seemed to be doing fine now and he was holding steady. They determined they could at least try to save the socket at this point. He was holding strong enough for the time it would take to see. If they could then maybe one day he could get a transplant. But only time would tell. Natasha wasn't a religious person but she said a little prayer that they could at least do this for him as she worked as second.

Well the house was essentially empty as far as establishing human contact went. Relic was shut off in a room somewhere, and although she didn't know the kid too well, it wasn't difficult to imagine that he didn't like being interrupted in the middle of work. He also probably needed some time alone to properly deal with the evening he'd just been through. Either way Mali felt it best not to bother him tonight.

By contrast, Zoie was physically outside of the house, probably doing important farm maintenance stuff that Mali had read about, but never actually seen herself. In some other circumstances she might have gone outside and tried to help, but the whole broken hand thing had a way of making manual labor out of the question. Besides, she didn't want to come off as clingy, even if Zoie wasn't somebody who had possibly just opened herself up as being a potential romantic interest. Nobody liked that one person who just won't leave them alone.

Well might as well see what Zoie had in her study. What kind of books did a farm girl prostitute keep for reading in her spare time? Relic might have some books in there as well. He certainly didn't seem averse to studying physical sources. Hopefully Mali would be able to find something useful, or at the very least able to help her get to sleep.

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"Are you afraid of getting an unwanted prostate exam or something there detective?" Riley asked jokingly looking over at him, as she sat back in the seat putting the seatbelt back on and leaned back taking a deep breath. She bit her bottom lip for a moment and nodded once they were there she would go and call them make sure that they were alright and where she was at. Then Riley felt her phone vibrate and then slowly pulled it out of her pocket looking over at the text, it was certainly a threat. Riley pretty much got that crystal clear back at Justice Memorial Hospital, she was tempted to answer that text part of her wanted to call Marc and Cecily right now. "You happen to have another secure cell phone on you by any chance?" Riley finally asked, then slowly moved her phone discreetly over to let Roy see the text she had just received.

She was more worried for the remaining people that she cared, Cecily and Marc she lost her sister earlier in the day and she didn't want to lose anymore. Riley looked out the window as she watched Roy driving down an even more shadier part of the city, biting her lower lip getting even more nervous just being in the shady part of town was bad enough. "Is the safehouse really in the shadiest part of the damn city?"

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"Me cago en todo lo que se menea!"₁ growled Caesar, trying like hell to get a license plate number. Even that was a long shot, obviously. From the looks of things on the ground, this woman hadn't put a whole lot of planning into the mission, which if applied in to professional target would have been called Personnel Extraction. But she didn't need planning, did she? No, she had support. Apparently, lots of it. Adding insult to injury, his little bluff didn't even faze her. Most folks, there would have been a blink, a second of indecision, something.

Police backup should have been there already. Mental Health facilities had these people on speed dial, plus a boatload of contingencies on standby. The whole building should have gone on lockdown. Proserpine would have known this, which meant that either she didn't care, or it was being handled. Hell, it was being handled while the cops were downstairs. "Bitch used the cops as cover. The girl was the target. God damnit."

"We givin' chase, Boss?" piped up Keystone, giving a quick glance back to make sure that Cecily was still with them and intact. He holstered his personal hand cannon and looked at the two men before him, gaze switching, as if waiting for something to happen. Caesar responded heavily. "No. I didn't think we'd even see her here - but we learned things." The grizzled Mexican gave the other man in scene a long glare. On the chance that he was law enforcement, Caesar covered his bases with standard buzz talk. "It's outside our jurisdiction now, anyway. We're only here to look after our client." The words came out in a manner that seemed sardonic and rehearsed.

What he saw gave him some pause, though. That woman pulled off the kind of maneuver that mimicked one of his own from years ago. And she didn't even bother to look in Cecily's direction. Either she was remarkably well disciplined mentally, or the present Coroner was not officially on the menu. Caesar turned his attention back to the unidentified and otherwise unmarked man slinging a pistol in a crime scene, "Maybe it's time you told us who the hell you are, and who you work for." It wasn't like he could hide his own identity, Proserpine broadcast his basic information to whomever was listening just then. A little reciprocity seemed in order. But any man who pulled a gun on that bitch might just be a friend to him. Or at least his cause. Add that he had an interest in protecting the girl above anything else, he might even be a decent person. Caesar might have use for decent people.

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Iris couldn't make out much as she peeked out into the hallway from Cynthia's room. She heard what sounded like a long line of cursing in Spanish, as well as a rough British accent. She couldn't help but be a bit curious at the latter, more accustomed to the colorful accents of America as of late than the accents of her own country--or rather, one of her countries. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she couldn't stand hiding in the room much longer and she headed out, following the sound of the voices.

As she rounded the corner and saw the agent, kicking the wall, and three others, her face fell. Cynthia wasn't among them. She almost didn't recognize her cousin from behind, with Cecily tapping away at her phone. Iris bit her lip, deciding whether to check in with her cousin or to check in with the agent. She eventually decided on the agent, making her way over to him.

"She got away, didn't she?" Iris said softly, a certain sadness to her words. "Quel dommage...What can I do to help, agent?"

Meanwhile, Cecily's eyes flew over the Google search results. She looked first through the wikipedia entry for Julia Tutwiler, reading about the champion of education and prison reform over a century ago. Beyond her advancements for women, the entry didn't interest Cecily too much and she went onto the next result: the Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women. It wasn't exactly her idea of the best way to honor a person--naming a prison after them--but that was just her opinion.

"It's a prison," Cecily murmured to herself, scanning the page on the screen. As she read on, she couldn't help but feel certain that the prison was what Proserpine spoke of. It was ranked as one of the worst prisons in the United States in 2013, and there were sections on sexual abuse and violations of the US constitution. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she read on, and then moved onto the next result: Lynda Lyon Block. Beyond her execution at Tutwiler, Cecily wasn't sure what to look for as she read on the results. But she kept the name in the back of her mind regardless. Maybe it would mean something.

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Justice Asylum: - Marc was beyond frustrated at this point, kicking the wall again before holstering his side arm and straightening his clothing a bit. He yanked at the bottom of his vest to smooth it out before looking over towards Caesar as he was spoken to. "Right, sorry about that. Been a bad day," he said as he reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out his credentials.

"Special Agent Marc Tinder, FBI," he said as he handed it over to Caesar so he could take a better look at it. "Been working on this case for months," he added as he leaned back against the wall and rubbed the back of his neck. He was feeling tense right then. "Followed a lead from Seattle down here. Was all work but now it's personal," he admitted before shaking his head and looking over towards Cecily.

"You're Riley's roommate aren't you? The one I was supposed to meet for dinner?" he asked cocking a brow. He hadn't thought about the meeting for a bit due to everything going to hell in a handbasket but now that things were calming down and he was waiting on the GPS cords for the tracking device in Cynthia he was able to get a better look around.

"Yeah but try not to worry. I will do everything I can to get her back. Went to high school with her, the girl has been through a lot. And yes, anything you have on Cynthia right now or observed before I arrived would be great." He stepped over to Iris and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before letting go as the swat team ran in to the corridor from the back stairs where Caesar had entered.

"You guys are a little late," he growled under his breath.

Zoies Farm: - Zoie kept working outside, trying to get the evening chores done. It was hard work but it helped her to clear her head and the night air was a welcome change from the heat of the day. Granted the heat in Justice was nothing compared to what she had grown up with, so she didn't complain much.

In her study there were walls of shelves all filled with books. She had a wide variety of things to read. Everything from trashy romance novels, to mysteries, to books of history on things like Ancient Egypt to Medieval England. Some of the books look like they hadn't been touched since they were bought but for the most part they were all well read and taken care of. Seemed that Zoie had a wide taste in what she read. There were a few shelves that weren't filled with books, but DVD's - tons of movies but most of them were older. She really didn't have a lot of the newer stuff that was out these days. Most of them are what people would have called B-Rated movies or movies so bad they're awesome and had a cult following.

Roys Uber Mobile: - "Don't even joke about that, been avoiding that exam for a while now," Roy said trying to force a smile. It wasn't easy, he was light headed and in a shit ton of pain. He was really thinking about retiring at this point and vanishing to some deserted island in the middle of the Pacific.

Looking at the message he grimaced a bit and nodded. "Yeah, well not on me but at the safe house. What is all that about?" he asked as he turned down another street and passed a corner store/gas station. They were close. "And it isn't the worst part of town but it is bad enough to keep cops on the edge and decent enough to where people mind their own business," he added as he pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. It was a smaller house and looked to be built during the 1920's. The entire street seemed to be frozen in time and looked a lot like the Urban Decay that was happening in Detroit. Many of the houses looked abandoned. Which was fine with him.

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When Roy asked what the text was about Riley looked down for a moment, only her Marc and Felix knew about the phone call earlier she had after finding the stash of weapons in Lawson's shed back at Boston Heights. She contemplated on if she should say anything or not, sighing slightly for a moment she did owe Roy for coming by at the hospital Riley decided to tell him as much as she knew at this point. "Earlier today, shortly after you left my place Marc offered me to help him and Felix look around Lawson's place, I said sure why not? Since i'm on med leave by my manager I didn't have anything better else to do." Riley paused for a moment looking at the dilapidated looking buildings, she wouldn't really suspect a safehouse to be set up here.

"Anyway, we go into Lawson's place and start searching around the place for anything, I go out to the shed in Lawson's backyard where he had a shed. Inside I find a bunch of duffle bags which had a shit load of guns in them." Riley said as she then searched through her contacts once more, finding the last text that she will ever send to Ronnie's phone which had a picture of the duffle bags which had the same symbol on the Juno Roller Derby flyer. "Marc and I believe the guy named Clemens was going to a gun exchange with Lawson for them, before shit went down with them." Riley ran a hand through her hair letting out another sigh.

"Marc and I have the weapon stashed away at my place, after that I ended up getting a phone call." Pausing for a moment remembering that phone call very well and the picture that was sent to her, showing that same text from earlier that showed the picture of the driveby back at Club Afterdark. "The voice was distorted, but anyway what it said was I 'Shouldn't poke your nose in where it doesn't belong. You have something of mine and unless you want to end up like the local drug dealer, you do what I say. Wait for my instructions'" Riley then searched through her phone again showing the pictures of Cynthia entering the Asylum as well as Marc getting out of his car in front of Boston Heights.

"Thats pretty much what I know at this point. Let me help you." Said Riley as she looked over towards Roy seeing the look on his face the pain and blood loss was getting to them, once the car came to a stop then the engine was shut off. Riley got up and moved over towards the driver's side door and opened it up, she looked over towards the small house that looked very old. Riley took off Roy's seatbelt and started to help Roy up from the driver's side, and started to make her way over towards the house. She would occasionally look over her shoulder getting a paranoid feeling that she could be watched right now, or if someone would come up and either shoot or stab her t was a shady part of Justice after all.

His fears hadn't been fully confirmed yet, but before he'd even been put under, his brain, flooded with pain, had felt the sense of loss. He'd never see his future with his own two eyes it seemed, kind of ironic huh? A future he'd always wanted to be able to see, something he thought befitting him would be flashy and amazing. But no. Due to his own reckless behaviour, he was landed with such misfortune, that seeing his own future would be a task as it was. He'd caused this. he couldn't escape the blame. The one to blame was him, and he'd never forget that. So when he saw half of his future, he'd be reminded, he lost half of his future in the mistakes of the past.

in his own world, a world safely tucked away from the problems and terrifying reality of the world in which he was born into, Felix could feel the temperature lowering. He was remembering something. His brother. Blood gushing out of his leg, a knife freshly plucked from the flesh. He saw an image, of his brother stumbling into his room, collapsing on the ground. He was too young, he didn't know what to do. He tried wrapping it up in a blanket and putting plasters on it. But he was an idiot, and called the ambulance too late. he caused lasting damage.

It was like now. He went in too strong, he provoked a mentally unstable girl with a history of irrational and dangerous behaviour. That orderly, stabbed in the neck. The orderly that died. he did that. Not by choice or by deliberation, but by a consequence of his own foolish behaviour. He would never let his own behaviour lessen the lives of others. He'd make sure of that

Mali looked through the books idly, just waiting for her eye to catch something for whatever reason, be it a catchy title or perhaps an interesting topic that she'd want to spring for. The first to grab her attention was a humble paperback text titled The Way's Dream. The cover was adorned with a watercolor-looking painting of a highly-decorated man standing at the top of an ornate staircase looking down at a sharply dressed businesswoman who seemed at once enraptured and averse to the central figure. On the back, a short plot synopsis rvealed that the book was about Janet McPhee, driven businesswoman whose goal is to climb the corporate ladder even at the expense of her own social life and health. One day she accidentally meets Jordan Huxley, an astronaut with a fondness for children. Their relationship begins as a matter of begrudging indifference, but evolves into obsessive love. However, all is not as it seems, as a secret organization strives to bring them apart.

Well, it was weird, but maybe it would be better than the synopsis implied. It probably wasn't, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. The next title she picked from the shelf wasn't a stranger, but more of an old friend: The Rising Dragon, the first in a trilogy of YA novels that were really popular when Mali was an adolescent. The book revolved around Ordinary High School Student Min Chao, who discovers that she's the most recent selection in an ancestral line to seal the tyrant Chiyou for 1000 years and prevent ruin.

It was one of those book series to get picked up for a movie adaptation, but the first movie was so bad that they never adapted the other two books. Which was a good and bad thing, less visibility for a good series, but also no more chances to shit all over the source material. Then again, the books might have always been trash and her immature taste at the time colored her perception of how good they were. Well only one way to find out.

Putting her wandering eye to rest, Mali searched out if Zoie happened to have any books on Ancient Greece. This wasn't for entertainment purposes, but looking for more clues. Relic mentioned earlier that that necklace was dug up there. Perhaps she could find something related to it. Or at the very least shore up her deficiencies in knowledge surrounding that time and place. While she was at it, Mali looked for Ancient Rome texts as well. Juno was Jupiter's wife, conspiracy members were branded with the Roman astrological symbols for Venus and Mars, or female and male respectively, the Romans had a hard on for Classical Greek culture, there was little chance that this was all coincidence so she might as well try to cover her historical bases.

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"Prison..." growled Caesar softly. "Yeah, I know. I have a murdered associate, spent some time there." Of course, she hadn't died there, she had died very recently in Seattle. They had set up a base of operations there and moved on months ago, leaving her behind to handle her part of the business. Whoever these people were, they seemed bound and determined to murder as many people close to him or under his employ.

"You alright, Boss?" asked Keystone. Apparently, the usual scowl on Caesar's face had deepened into something hinting quietly at homicide. He needed to know where to concentrate the primary output of his rage and firepower, and he had very little in the way of finding out how. Caesar nodded. Sure, he was alright. His eyes went back up to the new guy and his credentials. "Tinder." Even as he revealed that he was indeed the Tinder that they were supposed to meet for a meal earlier today, he had figured it out. There was very little that happened anymore that wasn't a horrifying coincidence.

At that time, SWAT decided to join the party. Their appearance likely might kick off a firefight, all ethnic and surly, packing firearms around an FBI Agent. Luck seemed to be with them as Marc made his wry comment about them being "a little late", as no immediate shooting started. He tucked away his small arms, urging Keystone to do the same. As soon as the giant of a man complied, Caesar followed up with his own bit of sarcasm. "Yeah. That was really bad luck. Just missed her." Naturally, those sons of bitches, or whoever gave them orders, was part of this. Suddenly, he didn't feel very safe in that hallway, surrounded by trained men with automatic weapons and highly questionable loyalty.

"Nothing more we can do here. Let's let the professionals handle it and look after our client." he began a slow walk away from the scene, but made it a point to address Agent Tinder, "If you can still make that meeting, hura, let me know, huh?"

"Oi, Boss? We done? Just like that?"

"Just like that. Appointments tomorrow. New leads. Cecily? You good, niña? Let's get work out of the way then, unless you've got something?" He sounded strangely motivated, ignoring the crushing failure of not nailing down that heartless bitch while he had the chance. Maybe she was right, and his recent loss made him more cautious about collateral damage. The time was coming soon for him to retire, really retire this time. Only a few more people had to die.

"C'mon then, Miss Cecily. He's cookin' somethin' up, I can tell. Hey, afters, let's all try and catch a bite. Y'know, again. What's your fave?"

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Cecily looked up from her phone and nodded. She had been mulling over the information she found, as well as Caesar's news that he had a former associate at the prison. It would've been a stroke of luck if the person was still alive, they might have been able to provide an identification. At the moment, it felt a bit like chasing Lash in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. but not knowing his true identity. At the moment, all they had was a codename and the name of a prison Proserpine did time at.

"Yeah, Cecily Ashworth, pleased to meet you," Cecily replied. "I was called over here to examine the scene, the orderly's body and whatnot..."

Iris nodded. She knew that Marc Tinder went to high school with Cynthia. It was all in the girl's files and Iris had been blessed with the useful skill of a photographic memory. It made achieving all she did at such a young age so much easier than it could have been. But as for Cynthia's file, she figured Agent Tinder could make good use of that. Most of her notes on Cynthia had been mental ones, but she could either jot them down for him if he liked or she could simply tell him them. The thing that interested her the most was the way that Cynthia appeared to adapt the mindset of the murderer in these sort of situations, despite being innocent herself. It reminded her of an early warning system, almost.

"Bien sûr, I'll go fetch them," Iris informed Marc, smiling a bit as he squeezed her shoulder and went about his own business. Having a sense of use was helping to improve her mood and keep her focused. She hurried off to her office and searched through her drawers, before finally coming upon Cynthia's file. Grabbing it, she hurried back towards the hallway from hell.

Cecily was less than impressed with the SWAT team's response time, sighing slightly. The justice system in Justice wasn't that remarkable, especially when the police only showed up so late. Roy still hadn't messaged her either, a fact that was beginning to weigh on her. Either he was dirty or he was dead, she figured. Things seemed to go that way lately. She nodded as Caesar asked if she was good to go. Most of the intensive work on the scene would be done by now, she figured, and the grunts could finish up. It was a clear and cut case, anyways. All that really had to be done was sign the death certificate of the orderly and rule it a homicide.

"Anything that isn't seafood will do," Cecily replied to Keystone. Truthfully, her favorite food happened to be pancakes, but the thought of Caesar and Keystone cramming themselves into a booth at iHop felt a little silly.

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Justice Asylum: - "Yeah I can but I wonder if she can," Marc said glancing over at Cecily. This was a crime scene after all and from what he could tell she had taken over it when she arrived. Was she just going to walk away from a murder scene and a kidnapping like that? Even if she hadn't taken over fully, she was still part of the department and a lot had gone down. Hell, Cecily, Caesar, or Keystone shouldn't have even of thought of leaving at this point. They were all witnesses to a crime.

"Or you two for that matter," he added looking back over at Caesar. Apparently things went down differently in Mexico but it wasn't leaving a good impression in his mind that three people were willing to walk away from a crime scene like this. Even if they didn't trust the local authorities it didn't sit well with him that they would even attempt to leave. His brow cocked a bit but his attention was diverted when the doc came back over with Cynthia's file.

"Right, thank you doc. Do you mind if I take these with me once I give a statement or could you make copies for me? Or even just point me to a copier?" he said in a grateful voice as he thumbed through them. The SWAT team didn't look too happy and they actually looked a bit confused by the comments.

"What? We just got the call in under five minutes ago," one stated flatly as the signal was given to lower their weapons and not take a shot. "Can someone tell me what happened?" the Captain of the team asked stepping forward. Tinder looked up and rose a finger before looking at the Doctor and handing her back the file. He gave her a slight smile of apology before going over to the Captain and starting to give his statement. At this point Marc had a bad feeling not only about the departments dealing with all of this in Justice but Keystone, Cecily, and Caesar. None of them seemed like the stand up type to him if they were trying to pack up and go when someone had just been kidnapped. It didn't help that the girl that had been taken was someone he had known since childhood. He hoped their stupidity wouldn't end up getting another old friend of his killed, Riley.

"On second thought, cancel the meeting, I have elsewhere to be," Marc said towards Caesar once he had finished giving his statement to the Captain and his card in case they had anymore questions for him. Making his way back over to Iris he ran his hand over the back of his neck. "So, about those copies?"

Zoies Farm: - Zoie had a decent amount of texts on Ancient Cultures, primarily Egypt but there were several there on Roman and Greek culture as well. Most of the books though were not on the cultures themselves but on various artifacts that had been dug up or preserved over the centuries. There was also fiction books that were for some reason placed in what appeared to be Zoie's nonfiction section that were on various lores and stories, stuff about astrology of each culture, and then there were books on technologies of the ancient world. Seemed to be a rather odd collection of stuff for a country girl.

Zoie wiped the sweat from her brow and shoved the pitchfork back into the hay. Dusting her hands off on the front thighs of her jeans she picked up her mason jar of water and downed it before starting to make her way back to the house. She had hoped she could have gotten in a ride today but the hour was late so that would have to wait. She figured if she got up early enough in the morning she could take a quick ride out on the property before they headed into Justice. Stepping back into the house, the screen door closed behind her with a wack and she flopped down on the side board to pull her boots off, leaving them in the mudroom as she normally did before her bare feet padded through the place back to the kitchen.

Safehouse - Roy listened and let Riley help him out of the car. Glancing around as they went to the front door before unlocking it and letting them get inside. "I swear you are trying to get yourself killed," he said with a bit of a smirk as he pointed over to the table in the kitchen area of the house. "Okay, let's get you that burner phone," he said as he slowly sat down and let out a grunt of pain.

"Over in the foot locker in front of the bed," he said pointing off to the open area of the room. The place looked to be gutted and only one door leading to what appeared to be a bathroom. The walls were taken down inside so it was one large space instead of several smaller rooms so there was a kitchen area, dining area, living area, and a bed. All of which looked to be rather used. "Been held up here for a while now with two others from your building, hopefully they will be back soon," he said taking out his own phone and finally sending Cecily a message back -

"Alive, stab wound, I'm okay. Have your roommate. We are safe. Will contact later."

He kept it short, and sweet, and to the point. "Can you grab the first aid kit out of the cabinet under the kitchen sink?" he asked Riley before pouring himself a drink from a dark bottle on the table and downing it to take the edge off. "Want one?"

Justice Memorial - Natasha breathed a sigh of relief as the lead doctor worked. They might not have been able to save the eye but the socket seemed to be okay. Thankfully the crayon that had been used in the attack was not strong enough to break bone or do a lot of nerve damage. Time would only tell but from the look of things they might actually be able to get Felix a transplant later on so he could have his sight restored. Granted anything could go wrong between now and then but still, it was the first bit of hope they had had with the surgery so far. They were on hour four, four more to go from the looks of things. Checking his vitals, Felix was staying strong. She said a small prayer that he would stay that way.

Now perhaps a couple of weeks ago, Mali would have thought the abundance of books on Egypt were mere coincidence, or that Zoie simply was really interested in Egypt. However, her belief in coincidences had been reduced quite dramatically in quite a short span of ideas. It was to the point where she was beginning to question if coincidences did in fact exist or if they were some fabrication of the human mind meant to make life simpler than it really was.

Although she had been looking for Greece and Rome, Mali decided to not pick out any of the books on either of those geographies. In a perfect world, she wouldn't need, too, but she could only carry so many books and keeping everything together was a bit difficult already given the whole broken hand thing. Idly, she noted that Hannah would probably be really interested in the astrology tomes and be able to get a lot out of them, assuming she hadn't already read them herself. However, Mali would probably get lost. Those kinds of books when not written for a broader audience had a way of using a lot of obscure terminology to vaguely describe things that didn't actually exist, and her brain had a way of sticking on points she didn't understand rather than get a grasp of the whole.

No, Mali picked a book that was closer to her strengths: Findings Within the Temple of Kalabsha. Sure her forte was a completely different time and place, but historians were pretty consistent with how they wrote. A bit of Google searching might be necessary, but she had little doubt whether she would be able to handle it. There was no possible way that she'd be able to finish any of these books tonight, let alone all of them, but at the very least she could skim and do some targeted reading.

Books all picked out, Mali left the study to go back to the room she'd been graciously allowed to use. When she walked into the kitchen, she was a bit surprised to see Zoie back in there. Honestly she had expected to not see another soul for the rest of the night. Less surprised was she to find her in a much dirtier, sweatier condition than she had been just a few hours prior. When living on a farm, a lot of dirty work was a given. Only thing that seemed off was that she had thought that most such farm work got done in the morning rather than night, but what did she know about the rural lifestyle.

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Riley let Roy open the door and stepped inside, looking around the room it appeared to be just one room which was for the bathroom it certainly wasn't a fancy looking penthouse inside, but it looked like it would be a good place for someone to lay low for awhile. Riley helped Roy over to the table she looked towards Roy making his comment which made her shake her head slightly and laughed slightly. "The trouble seems to be the one finding me most of the time. But believe it or not, I was a bit of a trouble maker back in high school." Riley said with a slight smile she then made her way over towards the footlocker at the edge of the bed, searching around for a bit until she finally found the burner phone. "Who else is here if I may ask?" Riley asked looking towards Roy as he grabbed himself a dark looking bottle.

Riley moved over towards the kitchen sink opening the cabinet and found the first aide kit, she grabbed it making her way over towards the table looking over at the bottle for a moment. After today, she really did need a drink as she gently took the bottle taking a large gulp of it down. "Thanks again by the way." Riley said softly as she pulled out her own phone, and started to copy both Marc and Cecily's onto the burner phone then started to quickly dial up Marc's phone number to call her friend, to let him know what happened.

Outside things appeared to be going better than anyone had first intended, including Felix himself. He'd seen bad movies, he'd read books that weren't necessarily accurate but convincing. They had him in a state of assurance that that blow to his eye would've had him killed there and then. Yet here he was. Still stuck in this world. He'd push on, he wasn't going to just lay over and die like some beat down horse who's legs had given in. He needed to atone.

As things began to smoothen out he stumbled down the streets of Berlin, the winds calming now, allowing him to walk peacefully. Every so often he'd have pangs of guilt. This was his drive now. He couldn't just let himself die after causing all that mayhem. What kind of ending would that be?? he knew he wouldn't have recovered in time, but he was determined. The determination surged through him. he would make sure he got revenge for that man.

he knew himself, he saw that man briefly. But that's what stung. A man doing his job was killed because of his actions. he pushed himself more down the streets. He was going to atone. He'd make things right. He didn't care if he died in the process, heck he wasn't worth anything. Anyone who caused some more death through their own stupidity wasn't worth it. If he was going down, he was going down kicking.

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Caesar's uneasy feeling didn't go away with the limited conversation he had been in with Agent Tinder and the SWAT guys. Tinder seemed annoyed (or impatient) and though the fine men of the Justice Special Weapons & Tactics appeared to be curious as to the nature of their late orders, Caesar didn't seem to be fully buying it. Maybe these people were pawns in the game of life-and-death chess, but he believed that, under solid instruction from a higher-up, they would very likely turn their guns upon the three of them; Keystone, Cecily, and himself. This was a well lit hallway of death. Nah. Not today. Something about the suddenly cautious mannerisms of his employer made Keystone switch to the hyperaware. Cecily was doing her thing, and as long as she was okay, so was the big lug. Of course, the massive amount of potentially unfriendly guns bothered him as well. It's not like yo could punch sharpshooters to death at this range. In a calm voice, he asked his charge a quick, "Ready to get a move on then, Miss?"

It was difficult for the two Security professionals not to notice that Agent Tinder had mentioned something about coordinates being sent to his phone. He seemed adamantly set on finding out what was at said location, screaming about a hostage situation that one could only assume was a continuation of the incident. For this reason, it didn't seem strange at all that he was breaking their appointment on an official capacity. "Yeah, Tinder. Sounds like you have a busy night, too." He looked the man over for a second, unsure as to the guy's motives in this situation. Something seemed off, like a chunk of his puzzle that was missing or obscured. Well, first meetings and all. "I'm not sure how this works in Justice, but Miss Ashworth is needed back at the original crime scene. If you need anything, we will be making an appearance back there." Naturally, if they were leaving then Cecily had to turn over the reins. Or not, as the case may be. He never did mention how long that appearance would last, and who knows? The night might decide to get interesting when they got back that way. Caesar began continued back to Keystone and the Lady Coroner, ready to leave the scene.

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Marc's comment elicited a bit of anger in Cecily, though she kept it from outwardly showing. She was performing a job she was hardly qualified for, despite graduating college a year early. She only had a bachelor's degree, after all, and she never took any of the courses required for coroners. But yet, she was doing her best to perform her job and stick to protocol. That was one thing, thankfully, that hadn't changed. Managing a crime scene still went the same way: secure and isolate the scene, record the scene (notes, photos, videos, sketches), search for evidence, bag and tag evidence in a bindle, and maintain a chain of custody.

And while she had set the forensic techs on task at scene documentation and bagging and tagging, there were other tasks demanding her attention. She'd need to head to the administrative building to get those tapes, but she figured the FBI would probably end up seizing them for their investigation. She'd need to head to the morgue to go through the various procedures she could perform without Dr. Brinne--making notes on the state of the body, jotting down injuries, ruling the death as a homicide, and so forth. The orderlies had already been spoken with, but no other witnesses had been interviewed. The two other witnesses were busy with the kidnapping, after all.

"Yes, thank you Keystone," Cecily nodded, having warmed up to Keystone by now. Having become comfortable around Caesar, it was a shorter process for her to trust and feel comfortable around the British Hulk. "We'll need to swing by the administrative building before heading to the morgue, need to grab the security tapes," Cecily added. She'd need to eat something as well. It was getting late and if she was going to be working all night on closing the orderly's case, she couldn't be running on fumes.

"I can't release the originals, but I can make you some copies," Iris replied to Marc, after he asked if he could keep the documents or have copies made. She took the documents back from the agent, as it was a point of protocol. Even though the FBI Agent was investigating Cynthia's case, they still needed to keep their patient records. Especially if any internal investigation was going to happen. "Give me a moment," Iris then added, before hurrying to the nurse's station. There would be a copier nearby.

"If you need a statement, I'll be at either the scene, the administrative building, or the morgue," Cecily added to Agent Tinder. It'd be a late night and she needed to get this done, in order to get on the plane and head for Mexico the next day. But most of this was just following through protocol at this point. The detectives could take over, once she had given the orderly's death a ruling and finished with the evidence. But with the witnesses to the crime and the tapes, not much forensics were really needed.

Cecily then made her way towards the scene of the murder, the original crime scene at the asylum, hoping that the forensic techs were just about done. Her stomach growled slightly in agreement. And almost just after Cecily left with Caesar and Keystone, Iris made her way back to Agent Tinder, with copies of Cynthia's file clutched in her hands. As she handed the papers over to Agent Tinder, they were still hot.

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Justice Asylum: - Marc cocked a brow slightly. "I'm not taking statements, he is," he said motioning over to the Lead SWAT team member. Marc wondered just how backwards things went here. Sure he was FBI but this kidnapping wasn't part of the FBI investigation officially, yet. this scene was under the jurisdiction of the city for now.

"Yes, that would be me you all need to report to before you leave this building," the Swat Leader stated frankly. He hoped they had heard them before they left the scene. "They work for the city?" he asked a bit confused.

"The girl does, not sure what the others are when it comes to this," Marc admitted before looking back over to Iris as she came back with the copies of the records. "Thank you," he said softly, his tone changing a bit as he flipped through them again and then pulled out his card and handed it over to her. Leaning in he whispered against her ear. "I'll find her, I promise," he said quietly before righting himself. He had a look of determination and sincerity in his eyes.

At the murder scene things were wrapping up, things were bagged and tagged and they were just waiting on Cecily to sign off so they could turn over the scene back to the hospital for clean up. Marc took the files and tucked them under his arm before bidding the doctor a good evening and wishing her good luck. Stepping down the hall now that his duties were finished, giving his statement and what not, he made his way downstairs and out the building. Once outside he pulled out his phone to dial Riley's number, hoping she would pick up. He had run off on her and now he didn't know where she was. Things had finally calmed down and he hoped she was okay. He figured she had gone with Felix to the hospital and he had to wonder if the man was still alive. Maybe Riley could give some answers.

Though it seemed someone else was trying to call him as he got a ring from an unknown number. Cocking a brow he answered it. "Agent Tinder, who is this?" he asked, not knowing Riley was using a burner phone.

Zoies Farm: - Zoie looked over at Mali as she came in. "A little," she admitted before stepping over to the woman and taking a look at the books that she had chosen. "Seems ya found a few that gots yer interest," she said looking over the titled before heading over to the cabinet to get a glass out.

"That one on Kalabsha is pretty dang interestin'. It was constructed for Mandulis. Nubian version of Horus," she said as she grabbed a glass and walked over to the faucet; filling it with water as she continued. "The temple had to be moved b'cause it was constantly being flood because of a dam that were built. Probably a good thang to. If Mandulis was actually Horus, well - the Wadjet ended up being associated with others as well. Ones of them be Bastet and well cats don't be liking waters from what I knows," she said with a shrug as she walked over to the table and sat down.

"Any reasons why yours checking those out?" she asked before taking a long drink of water.

Safehouse - Roy chuckled a bit. "You, get into trouble? Never," he said with a smirk as he started to go through the supplies that Riley had brought over to him. As she asked who else, he looked around and sighed a bit.

"Oh, two others from your building. They just moved into town. Lucas and Risa," he said before leaning back in his seat a bit and trying to take the pressure off his side without stretching it out too much. "Risa was supposed to be recovering after an attack but they headed out a while ago. I haven't heard from them since they left. Hope they are okay. No one has answered the phone I gave them and with this city, that usually means something bad has happened," he said before shaking his head a bit.

"You're welcome," he said as he looked over to her when she thanked him. "My job, you know, that whole protect and serve line. Serving is a bit lacking but trying my damnedest to protect these days," he said before he started to unwrap what Riley had done in the car and clean out the stab wound, hissing from between clenched teeth as he did. Glancing at his phone he hoped he would hear back from Cecily soon, he wanted to be sure she wasn't in as bad a shape as he was.

Justice Memorial - Natasha was feeling the fatigue and had been sent out of the OR to take a short break. Recovering from Cancer was not the easiest thing and today had been a lot more trying than ones she had grown accustomed to. Right then all she wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed, and curl up against Lincoln. She could, they didn't really need a second surgeon in there at this point but Felix was her patient and she had promised Riley she would send word to her.

Thinking about Riley she pulled out the number the girl had given her and dialed the phone, but it went straight to voice mail. Sighing she left a message. "Hey, it's Dr. Brinne. Surgery is still on going. We were not able to save the eye but we seemed to have been able to save the socket. He is stable and doing well. The surgery should last another four hours and then recovery. I will keep you posted. Have a good night," she said into the phone as she left the message before hanging up.

Rising from her spot she downed a cup of cold coffee in one gulp before making her way back to the scrub room. She had to rescrub, regown, and reglove before she could go back in. She wasn't taking any shortcuts and putting her patient at risk. He had been through enough that evening.

Mali looked Zoie directly in the eyes and listened intently, nodding along like she understood half of what she was saying. She wasn't one hundred percent lost: there were definitely familiar names that her brain picked up like Horus and Bastet. She also thought that she could vaguely remember learning about the creation of a dam that created issues with preserving historic relics. If memory served that was the Aswan Dam, which was the largest dam at the world at the time? Maybe. It was murky half-knowledge salvaged from unused portions of her mind. But the rest was a complete mystery. Still, Mali did the best to bookmark a couple of terms in her head. They might be important.

"Uh this one," Mali picked up the romance novel, "Was actually because the cover grabbed my attention for whatever reason. On second thought, I'm not sure if I'm even going to enjoy it, but might as well give it a try now that I've got it. Rising Dragon was actually one of my favorite books in 7th grade, so seeing it again brought back a wave of nostalgia. It's been years since I've read it, so I figured there's no harm in revisiting an old favorite."

"And this last one has more to do with my academic background than anything." Mali patted the decidedly larger (at least in height and width) book. "I suppose you could call me a Historian-in-Her-Free-Time, so I picked out a book closer to my tastes and strong suits when it comes to cerebral pursuits. I'm not really all that educated on Ancient Egypt, but since you have so many books on the subject I figured there was no harm in expanding my knowledge base when given the opportunity."

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"I was a bit of a shit in my high school years, getting into fights and a few suspensions here and there." Riley said with a light laugh remembering getting into quiet a few fights back in high school, and never really belonging anywhere and considered a reject back then. "And Chloe was actually the perfect one." Riley said going quiet for a moment, she would let out a slight sigh as she continued to wait a little bit longer until Marc picked up the phone. Riley wasn't sure what had happened when she had left the asylum with Felix, as far as she knew he was still in surgery. Roy mentioned the two others from Boston Heights, she didn't know the two of them but she would probably meet them soon. "I'm sure they are fine." Riley said softly, though it was probably slim everywhere you looked there was always some kind of shooting just a block away or some druggie looking to get money for their next high.

Then Marc finally picked up hearing his voice on the other end, she was glad to hear that he was alright. "Hey Marc it's Riley." She said as she looked over at Roy as she watched him lifting up his shirt and started to undo her bandaging which probably wasn't her best. "Felix is still in surgery as far as I know still." Riley then sat back down looking over at Roy for a moment. "I'm fine, had a run in with I don't know a hitman or something. Detective Roy was there i'm with him right now, at a safe house." Riley said as she felt her own phone going off, deciding to let it go to voicemail seeing that it was Dr. Brinne's number, she let the voicemail play letting. It was bad news about the eye, though he would get an awesome eyepatch like a pirate.

"I got a text from that unknown number again, threatening more will die if I don't hand them the guns we found earlier." Riley said trying to keep herself together. "Is Cecily there with you is she okay?" Riley asked hoping that she is okay, having not heard from her for awhile.