Kevin's Watch

Ivan

As you approach the motel, it is lined with vehicles, some of an official police nature, there is an unmarked large black van or two. People milling around outside your vacated room, carrying bags, suitcases, you can barely see a flash going on inside as if someone is taking pictures. The cop cars are blocking the entrance to the motel.

The gunfire apparently got noticed and there is an investgation underway.

<language type="Russian">Blah. I'll find nothing there now.</language> he mumbles, as he continues driving past and returns to the police station. <language type="Russian">I'll return later, once they're gone, and check out that room again.</language>

He resumes his place outside on the street and watches. I must remember to ditch the boys' guns. They have ballistics from them all, now.

Claire frowns and quietly moves along the back of the house, hoping to peek inside a window.

Ivan

As you wait, first one, then a second, half a dozen news vehicles line the streets of the cop shop. Reporters, cameramen, and general rubberneckers are milling about the front.

A large black SUV, almost just like yours, pulls around to the side. You can see it from your spot, and the actress is hurried into it, along with the agent.

You can't hear but they are quite animated, and appear to be shouting at the few officers heading in and out of the building.

That lawyer leaves the building through the front door, seemingly ignored by the crowd, and slips out into it, and around the corner away from you.

Claire

Peekin in the cracked window, wait a minute, it wasn't cracked before, you see your old man, pissy pants drunk, laying on the couch crying.

The crashing noise was the bottle he appears to have dropper breaking.

You can hear muttered between the sobs "Can't stop seeing." and "Burns".

The interior of the house looks like it aged, not so much aged, as if entropy and decay had been turned loose. The curtains look aged, the floor has seen better days, a tear exposing a spring on the loveseat. The loveseat is rather new, it shouldn't have given out yet.

Your dog companion sniffs towards the house and begins growling.

Jaina

Jaina is skirted off into an SUV with her agent.

Diana

Barry's card in your tight fist, you storm out of the building. You see far down the street the taillights of a black SUV that you think you recall seeing outside the shelter earlier today, but it's hard to tell.

An officer asks if he can drop you off somewhere, he is the one who drove you here, and he still looks on the edge of soiling himself just being near you.

"Yeah. Back to the shelter", she mutters.

"Can you stop by Burger Boi? I'm kinda hungry."

Ivan watches stuff happen, but stays in his SUV. Once the hub-bub clears out, he'll consider going into the station again.

Claire looks down at the dog and backs away from the house. She goes back to the front of the house and looks at it a moment before leaving on foot, heading downtown.