Welcome to Gaia! ::

* Walks in a fixes himself a cup of green tea and picks up a box of darts and heads to the dartboard *

You know for a bar... why is it so quiet? No music or anything.

*comes back in and sees QSXII sleeping at the bar*
twisted twisted twisted
hehehehehe
oh joy!!!
*flips out a blood red fountain pen and carefully signs her name on his face in eloquent script*
there. now for scotch!
*practically skips over to get her bottle*

*snickers*
oh it's great to see you Kai - unfortunately I need to attend a meeting for a couple of hours... well not me but Ayami does... hopefully I'll catch you when I return
*heads out with her things*

*runs in*
so sorry I just got back and now I need to leave to rest sweatdrop
hope to chat with you next time!
*hugs and vanishes to her quarters*

((Nei! So creepy! And Yikes. You ok?))

*keeping Flame under wraps until he's gotten the majority of his fussing and chewing her out cleared from his system, they go over the particulars involving security for the MW. After hours of back and forth over the files, they've narrowed the list down to thirty. Twenty of the men are from Flame's list, all with military background and just as deadly as he. The last ten are from her list, people she's met through her job in the same field, with the ability to think like a criminal.

Setting up routes, perimeters, and shift changes, the list is divided into two. Twenty four main security-two each guarding the front and back of the bar, with the two in the back handling deadly guard dogs, two inside the main bar, and one each in the Jade Dragon and Pandora's Box. Shift changes are to happen every eight hours, meaning twenty four hour security on hand.

She would like, if at all possible, a surveillance room added and security cameras placed inside and out. But that's an add on she'll have to discuss with Psyzapp when she sees her next. Looking at Flame, she wonders if he plans to tell her what he found out after she revealed what her thoughts to him concerning her cell and contacts that might have been called by those men. In no mood to play twenty questions nor sit and drag the information out, she stands and stretches, telling him she's going upstairs to get a couple of bottles of Hennessey for her shelves.

Grabbing her key, she locks her door and heads through the corridor upstairs into the bar. Seeing it empty, she goes behind the counter and grabs a few bottles, seeing the overflow. Chuckling, she grabs a glass and leans against the counter, pouring up a tall glass, adding only three ice cubes to cool it off some. Taking a long sip, she closes her eyes and lets the amber liquid burn it's trail down her throat and into her stomach, smiling after it reached it's destination.

Still leaning, she looks around the bar, letting her thoughts run*

-while waiting for Icy to return, he makes a couple phone calls about the information she gave him last night. He scowled as he wondered yet again how that never crossed his mind. Maybe he was getting up in age. Shaking that thought out his mind, he listens in as the series of whirs and beeps on the other end finally cease and he's prompted for a security code. Entering it in, his call is immediately patched through.

A couple seconds later, a Middle Eastern accent can be heard on the other line. Flame, I was wondering when you'd call me back. It's as your friend Icy expected. There were calls made to contacts out of her phonebook. Glad you decided to add that security chip to her phone when you did. They were smart, but not smart enough. They knew exactly what numbers to call-to numbers of your people that know about her past. It's as we feared Flame, they found her. And they know she has no idea of what's going on. That's the only reasoning I can come up with as to why they let her live.

Sighing, Flame facepalmed and cursed under his breath. He knew that he'd have to fill her in sooner or later. Either way, it won't be pretty. How long before we pinpoint a location? I need to get the drop on them before they decide to come after her again. These people are innocent bystanders and I can't have their deaths on my hands. She's stubborn as a bull and won't budge b/c of some lame a** promise she made to the owner here. Staying here she's a bright red target for anything they pull off, and so are the patrons of this hole.

I got my men undercover as security here. All she knows is that they were in the Marines with me and will be perfect for what's needed around here. With them in play, things should be balanced out should they decide to storm the place. But I'm going to need a surveillance team. There's no bloody camera system here and I need eyes all over. How fast can you cook something up? The Middle Eastern accent was silent for a few moments, then started speaking again. I can have something for you late tomorrow morning. It'll be two crews: clean-up and paint. They'll set up posts, cameras and microphones. Everything will be linked to your laptop to watch and listen, inside and out. The new assignments will be sent to the owner in the morning alerting her of the new crews so they'll be no problems.

Satisfied, Flame speaks for a few more moments then hangs up, looking at the time. Knowing Icy is probably upstairs blabbing, he decides to take a long hot shower and think how he's going to break this to her. Damn, I wonder if anyone has been able to contact her brother and let him know? I'll have to tell her soon before he shows up. Lord knows she's been through enough and to have him show up out the blue claiming to be her brother, she'll be traumatized for life. Groaning, he grabs some lounge pants and clean towels, heading towards the bathroom*

*waking out her thoughts, she sees Kai in tears and gets a worried look on her face* eek What's wrong love? What kind of trouble?!