Just admiring the scenery (Hannah-Open)

[Vince Marlo]

Vince stood in the middle of one of the many grand halls in the Museum, pretending to find much interest in the fine art work on the walls. In truth, he was doing what he normally did here. Checking the security, and looking for anyone who seemed to be searching the place for a way to break in later. He remembered worrying the place would be robbed ten years ago, but now believed it could be a place someone might try to rob.

Why, most would ask, since the Museum was known well for being of very high security. And he would most likely not answer them, but the reason would be because it was so high. With the chain of events he had tried to follow for so long, it was only a matter of time till one of them would try to show their talent by robbing it. Someone like Alec himself, if he was the leader behind it, or someone else. He had no idea how a pirate could have been in league with some thieves, but it seemed he must have been.

At any rate, here he was again. Since he found nothing to research right now, and had nothing else to do since he was stripped of his rank as Chief Constable to the public, he went here because he always felt the need to do something to chase after his 'Top Cases'. Call it being obsessive, being mad, or whatever one wanted to call it. But he had spent almost ten years with that obsession, and was finally getting somewhere. At least, it was how he thought.

[Mahnaz Cox]

Mahnaz strolled down the halls of the Royal Museum of Contemporary Art, having seen spirals of sunshine and paintings that were wet from the ethnic century, she was mightily impressed. There seemed to be substance of other cultures blended into the art which was why she loved the art in London much more than Tehran where the art was pure Persian. As much as she adored her culture one had to embrace the others that existed and their achievements.

Then, chief constable Vince Marlo caught her eye. With discretion she approached him from behind, politely tapping him on the right shoulder and greeting him; "Vince... Constable Marlo.. Mr Marlo.... Hello" she stuttered on how to entitle him. She had no idea of which authority stood with the constable, and as much as she wanted to believe he was just like any ordinary man she had a scarily sneaky suspicion that he could be cruel. The family never did speak highly on him, particularly your father. She provisonally switched to a safer ground, "Are you here to enjoy the art or are you patrolling for theives?" she spoke in her classically soft voice, she had the voice of an actress quite rightly, but tinted with Persian it sounded almost melodic.

[Vince Marlo]

Vince noticed a member of the Cox Family, and she seemed to be unsure how to address him, he was not even sure she knew he had been 'fired', though this was really just a way to get people off his scent. She asked him if he was looking at the art, or for thieves.

"Just admiring the scenery." He said, "Though I have no taste for art."

He turned toward a painting, with slight interest.

"How is the family?" He asked, though his voice did not sound as though he cared, but more of playing the game of a family friend, "Are they all in good health? And the Inn, do you know if it is doing well? Not having any hard ships, I hope."

The last line was just to see her reaction, as he knew many Urchins went there and seemed to stick around. And since many Urchins seemed to unknowingly or knowingly work for something big, it could mean the entire Cox Family was apart of it, though he doubted this now.