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Melinda May	Lily isn't done with the Hotel Roosevelt, by any stretch. But now that Rose has returned from out of town, she needs to bring the other woman up to speed on the investigation, if they're to lead the team of agents working on getting to the bottom of the murder of Daniel Sousa. The fact Peggy isn't onsite yet, Lily knows, is only a matter of time. There's simply no way the Director will sit this one out for long -- new baby or not. No matter how hard Howard and Phillips try to run interference. Thus, before her best friend descends on them and throws everything out into left field, the senior agent really wants to get a good handle on things, first. Prove, perhaps, that she and Rose really do have it in hand, just to take a little pressure off her friend. Thus, she stands in a small room that's been given over to the investigation. There are tables and chairs scattered around. Most surfaces are covered with folders containing witness statements. There are maps of the neighborhood around the hotel as well as groundplans for the hotel itself pinned to the wall. Pictures of the crime scene are pinned to a board. Notes are scralwed on papers taped beside them. There's still a lot they don't know, however. Too much.
Daisy Johnson	Rose had been back in New York for a small stretch these last few weeks. Handling Agent training regarding behavioral procedure, stress, and life quality. Because even if this whole SHIELD was sort of new she had seen enough agents at the SSR flipping or breaking down with the stress. Turns out her affable personality was perfect for it, so she did a few of these lectures from time to time between her Agent job. Though it's not as if Shotgun Rose had come out to the field *that* often as of late. Desk work had always been her bread and butter. And muffins... But news that THE Chief had been killed? That was enough to bring her back out again. No shotgun though (yet). Rose arrives at the room quietly, opening the door to look about and then focusing on Lily. "So it's true." the heavy makeup on her eyes doesn't hide the fact she was most likely crying before coming here. But right now she looks the Agent, letting out a deep sigh. "Ryan sent me a letter." not Chief Ryan. Nope. Denying it for now. Tradition is tradition though so in her hand she brings a bag which most likely will have a few muffins inside for the two of them.
Melinda May	"It's true," Lily replies, her expression bleak. She sees the bag of muffins and she smiles -- albeit a sad smile. She crosses over to the other woman and offers her a hug. Though she often draws upon the more reserved nature of Melinda May when out in public, Rose is her friend. And Lily can sense what she feels. It's an echo of her own grief. Daniel is family. "I'm glad you're here." Even so, the hug doesn't last long. The room may be away from the bullpen, but it's still a SHIELD office. And there's work to be done. "I think Phillips and Stark thought sending me out here would prevent Peggy from coming. At best, it's just a delaying tactic. I'm sure she'll be here before the next week's out. But... I'd like to have something to show her when she arrives." Some sort of progress.
Daisy Johnson	Rose almost seems to collapse against her friend when she comes for a hug, letting out a sniffle and bringing Lily close in those large arms of hers. Hidden strength they have! But it's an affectionate hug. The woman has been mostly in denial so far, but having Lily tell her it's true seems to open the dam for starting to accept it. But first? Grief, sadness... Some rage at it. "Where else would I be?" she tells the other woman. With the hug being released she reaches up to wipe at the corner of her eyes and some tears gathering there. Not enough to look too bad, and she does control herself, taking in a breath. There would be time for it later, "Not sure if we will have a week..." she assesses about Peggy. She knows how the Director rolls. A sharp nod is then given and she looks at the crime board. "What do we have so far? And take a muffin." she takes one for herself.
Melinda May	Lily's chuckle is both dry and telling, still somewhat humourless. "No," she agrees. "If she's not here by Monday or Tuesday, I may have to call and make sure nothing's happened." They both know Peggy too well. Still she smiles a bit as she takes a muffin. No one can resist Rose's baked goods. It's a physical impossibility. "Thanks." She then moves to the board. "We've got a rough timeline that puts the time of death between 10:20 and 10:30 am. We've got three bullets and an autopsy underway. We've got three thugs, but none of the hotel guests heard the shots. My money's on a single shooter, using a suppressor, from this side door right here." She moves to a plan of the pool area where it adjoins the hotel and points to a maintenance door tucked just behind a garden. There are pictures on the crime board where her neat handwriting can be seen sketching a line-of-sight diagram beside a picture taken from that doorway toward the crime scene. "I think the thugs are a distraction -- maybe not even an intentional one. This hit is too polished. But, I don't want to rule anything out just yet." She gestures to the witness board. "We've ID'ed most of the people who were at the hotel at the time. There are a couple of questions, still: A woman one of the regular bar drunks says he saw sneaking away from a secret rendezvous with a married lover and a Bell Telco crew who were working on the lines." How often do secret agents use the work crew disguise? It's almost cliche, even in this era.
Daisy Johnson	Rose's sharp gaze roams the wall while Lily explains what they have so far, a nod given here and there, considering the info being given. "It sounds like an actual hit, premeditated, doesn't it? Not exactly a ..., fortuitous meeting." another bite on the muffin and she approaches to look at the pictures closer. Look, she wears those glasses for a reason. She narrows her eyes. "If Chief Sousa saw a Bell Telco Crew wandering about he'd felt those red flags all over and most likely move away from the place." she says. Yea, she knows the cliches. "Sounds to me it'd need to be something else. Has this woman been found?" And then she looks back to May, thoughtful. "What was Chief Sousa doing at the hotel that morning? Any reports?"
Melinda May	"Hard to say," Lily admits. "It's a hit, yeah. The question is: Is it because Daniel was carrying Stark's latest toy or because of something else?" She gestures to the earliest entries in the timeline. "He arrived at the hotel to pass off 'Operation: Doohickey'--" They are never letting Howard name things again-- "and successfully made the handoff. From what his contact said, he saw the three thugs at the bar, so they made it look like the handoff didn't actually happen. The contact cleared out and Daniel headed out the pool exit, presumably to cut through the garden and back around to the front." She rips off a piece of the muffin and pops it in her mouth before letting out a small sound of pleasure. She hasn't actually eaten much so far today, so the muffin is doubly appreciated. "Here's the wrinkle," she says, returning to the diagram with that side door. "The corridor this door leads into exits to the bar. We found the latch jammed with gum, which we believe allowed the shooter to come and go without needing a key. The thing is... in order to premeditate the hit that precisely, someone would have to have known the exchage was going down and quite possibly have tipped off the thugs as a distraction -- both for Daniel and for us." She turns her dark, serious eyes on the redhead, brow beetling faintly. "That suggests a leak in Operation: Doohickey." Which means a leak in SHIELD. Which will devastate Peggy even more.
Daniel Sousa	There's a knock on the door before it opens and Chief Ryan steps in, the light skinned black man, nods to them both, his face sombre and a little haunted. "Autopsy's done," he says. "We got the slugs," he holds up a jar with two large rounds inside of it. "The third is being looked over by the lab, but we've seen these before coming from a hit in West Germany, the shooter had some Soviet made silent revolver, little noise, no brass left behind, but the rounds and the marks on them are pretty distinctive."
Daisy Johnson	"If the thugs were tipped off it means whoever it was either just had to wait until Chief Sousa left the bar, took the shortcut and intercepted him at the pool.." Rose considers, "They could had waited in the bar for it. Or be already waiting. But that is according all went to plan. If they wanted to make sure they would be inside the bar at that same time he was too." No comments on Doohickey besides taking an harder bite on her muffin. She is just about to continue on her thoughts about the leak when that knock is heard. "Good morning, Sir." Not Chief! Yet ... Still he gets the muffins moved closer to him by Rose so he can take one. They are relaxing! "Soviet?" a look is given to Lily, "Leviathan?" a small frown starts forming at her features.
Melinda May	Lily's brows rise and fall in a manner that suggests she thinks Rose is on the right track. She glances over to Ryan and exhales thoughtfully. "What've we got on West Germany?" she asks him. "Did we ID the shooter, then? Or are we talking about a ghost?" She picks off more of her muffin, her bites a little less savage than Rose's. "Leviathan's a good bet. We know they're still active, no matter what the Soviet government claims. It tracks, too, with the thugs. We know the Russians have been itching to get their hands on Starktech for years now. And this particular prize would be worth the risk." She moves to look at their suspects board, expression tight as she considers the angles. "We need to find out more about the woman the drunk saw, I think. He said she passed through the door, put a finger to her lips and gave him a wink before she left. She didn't linger and we haven't found anyone else who can put her at the scene or identify who she is." And she knows Leviathan has used female operatives before now.
Daniel Sousa	"Hey Rose," Ryan greets he was a veteran of the LA office under Daniel and as such smiles a little at the offer of muffins and takes one without hesitation. "The file on West Germany was thin, some HYDRA hunters brought in a fugitive to the West German government, served on the Eastern front before the war ended, someone gunned them down with the same sort of weapon after taking out the five Bundespolizei they had guarding him. Current working theory is was a revenge hit for some of the things HYDRA did in Russia during the war, no details on the hitter, no one who saw them was left alive." As Lily mentions finding out more about the woman, Ryan volunteers. "Well we might have something for that if your theory that the thugs were involved holds up, Joseph Manfredi called us volunteering his help, figured we could run the sketches of the goons by them and see what he can tell us, maybe describe the girl as well." As much as they had a description.
Daisy Johnson	The frown never leaves Rose's expression as the explanations come. It's not her usual type of expression so it seems a bit alien to see it right now, and for so long. But she isn't happy. So she takes another muffin but doesn't eat it just yet, just taptaps on it with a fingertip. "So we are talking of someone very, very good. To be taking out Hydra Hunters, knowing about them and not caring about repercussions on messing with those guys. Yea ..., Leviathan really starts to track..." It's when Ryan says that last name that she finally takes a bite on the muffin. "Manfredi!?" yes, she knows the particular 'gentleman'. "Of course he went and volunteered.." she says with a grumble about mafiosos. "Still, it can lead us to the thugs.." She says hopefully, her eyes going to Lily.
Melinda May	Lily nods. "No stone unturned. If Manfredi can shed some light on who those guys are, we'll take it." Not, mind, that they'll take it at face value. Doesn't mean it's not worth following up on. "I'd like to know why he's being so civic minded, however." Especially since they've been keeping this pretty tightly under wraps. She takes a step back now and sets the last half of her muffin down in favour of the dregs of her tea. It's cold. She grimaces at that fact and sets the cup back down, too. "Regardless, the ballistics report only confirms what we already knew -- a sophisitcated, single shooter, likely with some sort of agency backing." And Daniel in the crosshairs. She doesn't reiterated her suspicions about a leak. That's something she'd like to keep *very* quiet, for now.
Daniel Sousa	Ryan nods, "Leviathan is definitely moving up the list of suspects," he agrees. "Still like the Chief used to say don't let your assumptions get in the way of the facts," he says. "So we definitely need more info before we can be sure, a shooter would be nice," he says. "Anyhow, not sure why Manfredi called us, so be sure to ask him, anyhow he's waiting for you at his little Italian joint on Whilshire, Lo stivale d'oro, if that works for you ladies?"