(Mind blown O.o)

"Well, let's just hope she'll be fine." The tortoiseshell looked down at her arms. "I barely have any black, but I would help her if I could..."

"No! Absolutely not! We don't even know if this is all true yet! Besides how would we get intouch with a cult?! Hello this is the police and we would like to join you? Just think this through!"

"I would think knowing about someone with relations to it would help, they do have some in the prison I believe."

I'm not in this anymore.

Clearly cross now the tom closed his phone thus ending the call. "Do what you want alright? Just know the chief will know about this, and if they do end up being the ones that murdered and there turns out to be a murder between the time you all joined and then you are all in the same boat. You will be arrested as well." His ears were back and tail twitching. How dar they even suggest this! First sign of a cult and everyone wants in!

"He has a point." Becca said with a rather sad look. "Although fun we can't have EVERYONE going off and trying to get in. I volunteer to have a look alright? They can't say no to someone with my charms right? I'll just look around and call you if I find anything alright Oliver?"

Percy picked up his cell phone and called Oliver again. "Hey, uh, Ollie. I forgot that my phone was one of them corded phones again. I tried to walk off with it and now it's broken..... again."

Jordan was checking under Mrs. Vine's claws. If she had put up a fight, then perhaps she had fur beneath his claws. He hadn't heard anything about this Black Cat cult.

"Da, good idea!"

(Before I post I wanna just say this. Oliver seems opposed to any of his team infiltrating the cult. Thus if he were approached by someone who was already an insider he would probably find it difficult to say no to their help since they cant exactly get in any more danger then they already are.)

Vince
"Senior Detective Oliver Ramsey, male, age 30." Vince read the slip of paper over for what must have been the fiftieth time since it had been given to him three days ago. The photo attached to the page depicted a tired looking yet professional brown tabby tomcat standing next to a police squad car. The photo had been cropped, leaving him to wonder what the rest of the scene may have looked like.

With a heavy sigh Vince tucked the note away in his pocket and leaned back against the wall of the alleyway where he stood. He looked across the street to the grimy apartment building where his target supposedly lived. "Guess being a civil servant doesn't exactly pay well..." he murmured as he took in the grimy windows and graffitied walls of the apartment, snickering a little as he caught sight of a few familiar tags.
The detective seemed as if he was working late tonight as he was usually home by now, at least according to his contacts. If the fact that the higher ups wanted him put in his place wasnt enough to arouse his suspicions, the long work hours the detective was clocking as of late certainly were.

"Might as well wait it out." Vince said as he tugged on the glove on his left paw. The damn thing still itched even after six months...

Oliver-
"I understand but I need to let you go...we have a tad disagreement here...." He said again hanging up the phone. Looking about he found that the others t the scene were all looking at him as if he had lost his mind. "S-sorry...please everyone continue..." He said putting a hand on his head. He suddenly felt tired...no exhausted.

Becca~
She herself had stepped aside, and pulled out her phone. Working on the team had its perks such as phones that weren't able to e tapped. Quickly she dialed a number, the one that should belong to Vince if he hadn't changed it again. "Pick up...." She begged.

Percy pulled the phone away from his ear. "Ah, but I was gonna say somethin' though," he said. Then he went to go inform Jordan of the Black Cat cult.