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The advisor's soft voice rang clear by the doorway to his boss study, tall and straight like a strong tree, the man waited to deliver news. The Patron was just going through last night's checklist, unbothered by the interruption.

"Oui, Abdo?"

"Ce'st un homme, étranger. Il rechercher á toi."

The Patron turned to them, setting his work down on the desk.

"Who? Did he say what he wants?"

Abdo, as calm and collected as ever, smirked. "Parler?" a tilt of his head to the side as if getting some kind of information downloaded to him.

"Mirai says he's looking for a child."

The Patron scoffed and shook his head, picking up his paperwork and pen. A child in this nightclub? "Not interested. Send Mateo. And... Keep Mirai on stand-by."

"D'accord."

The man walked out the door to relay the information to the others. Mateo, a professional boxer, would get the job done to keep the stranger out and keep peace in the nightclub.

It didn't take long for Mateo to find them, even through the loud music and the colorful lights; the stranger looked out of place and not in a partying mood.

"Hello sir. Can I help you with something? Maybe give you directions to the bar?" his voice dripped with heavy pleasantry.

So she went to her laptop, no, not that one, the other one. "I'm so sorry Josh." And whoops, now she was looking at his phone information. Unfortunately she couldn't pin a location for some reason but she could see the last phone call he made before he texted her. So she did a little digging on that phone number and got an address.

Well, she had no plan, no idea what she was doing but there she was, knocking and waiting for an answer.

Nodding at the orders, the bouncer with his now recovered face trudged down the hallway to heavily knock on the guy's door.

"Get up!" no room service here.

"He's waiting!"

The man waited outside to escort Daisy back to the Patron's office, for whatever the hell. He didn't get why the guy was here, or why his boss allowed him to come back.

He huffed at the sight of them, and without a word, walked back.

. . . . .

"Daisy," he said cheerily. "Welcome back. Didn't know you missed this place so much."

"Good morning, Daisy!" he greeted, walking over to the end of the bed to get a good look at the man, he aggressively placed his hands on the rail of the bed. "All healed up?"

With his newest strong-man summoned to the office again, the Patron wasted no time getting to the details of their very first mission together.

"There's... an item that someone borrowed, but it hasn't been returned. I need you two to bring it back to me. Safely. In one piece.

Find a way inside. Quietly. Draw no attention to yourselves."

He paused, looking between uncle and nephew.

"Questions?"

"Ay, mamá... Las veces que traté.

Pero.. Esta niña, she wouldn't listen. She did not want to listen to reason. And she kept on saying how much she loved him and cared about him and tara-tatara- That she would rather be all alone than without him"

The deepest of sighs only a worried mother could let out.