Conmoréna, August 20th

An eight-month pregnant redhead was at the stove when she heard the sound of sirens coupled with a service announcement come over the television screen.

"This just in: Messina "Silver Huntress" North has escaped from Diamandra Penitentiary. If anyone has seen or heard of her supposed whereabouts, you are to contact the police immediately."

Upon hearing the news, her ten-year-old pseudo daughter tore her attention from the screen and looked anxiously at her. "Aunt Margo, we don't have to worry about them coming here, do we?" the mother-to-be only continued to scramble the eggs as she placed a hand on her growing stomach. Sharing the breakfast into three plastic containers, she packed three into two lunch bags. Placing them beside the knapsacks, she called the girl from the television. When the young auburn had approached her, she sent her to go wake her brother and cousin. About five minutes later, twenty-one-year-old Rita came out to greet her with a tanned, red-haired boy around ten–years-old traipsing after her. Young Rita had grown up to become a moderately curvaceous young woman with wavy dark brown hair that brushed her mid-back. She still wore her sassy attire, but had learned to dress more conservatively.

Receiving a yawn-filled good morning, she smiled at her elder niece and impromptu son as she directed him to his respective schoolbag before she went waddling to sit down. The young woman briefly looked after her pregnant aunt before turning to get ready for work. The autumn-haired girl picked up her bag and quickly checked over her belongings, receiving a kiss to her forehead as her aunt went by. Just as she sighed in relief to be off her feet, there was a knock at the door. She simply looked in the general direction of the door for a while in contemplation and then got up to answer it. Hearing the footsteps behind her, she inwardly smiled as she knew that it was her surrogate children. Feeling one of them walk into her, she calmly opened the door.

Standing on the other side was a tall, lean yet muscular, young fair skinned man with coiffed ravenous hair who looked to be in about his early thirties gazing back at her. He was wearing a white pressed shirt with a black tie, black pinstripe suit pants and coal black shoes. Standing alongside him was a tall, moderately curvaceous chocolate toned woman with sepia Aviator sunglasses covering her eyes. Her sunshine gold hair was jelled into a bun, with a lovely bang that framed her face ending in little ringlets. She was wearing a crisp, sleeveless white silk that showed off slender arms, a pair of black pinstripe bell bottoms trousers and beige heels.

Looking the pair up and down, she smiled as she sidestepped to allow the youth leeway. With a chorus of "Bye, Aunt Margo", they excused themselves as they went by the couple. The blonde one looks familiar… it's probably just Atsuko, unless Ricky got himself a new partner. Shaking off the notion, she heard her younger niece chirp, "Hey, uncle Rico" as she went by. "Well, well: hello there Ricky, Ms. Detective." Her smile shrank covertly as she regarded the individuals with a curious look. "To what do I owe the pleasure to see my brother and his partner?" the blonde offered a smile of her own as she replied, "Margo, we're looking for Messina." Smile vanishing, she continued. "We heard that she had passed through this city. If that's true, she would probably have stayed here, as she's close to you. Did she say anything about where she'd be going?" furrowing her brow in silent recollection, the redhead allowed the two to step inside. Once they were in, she closed the door behind them. Walking the Detective and her brother into the living space, she settled into the couch across from them as she sighed wearily. "What did Sina do this time?"