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Dylan Genovese

My family's business is what it is. Your opinion won't change it.

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Dylan Genovese

Youngest Genovese Son

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Full Name:| Dylan Arthur Genovese
Nicknames:| D.
Age:| 15
Gender:| Male
Orientation:| Straight
Originally From:| Manhattan.
Currently Living:| Upper East Side.
Occupation:| I'm Jonathon Genovese's youngest son. I'm fifteen, I'm not exactly old enough to do much else, am I?

Likes:| Dylan enjoys pretty much anything to do with computers. I enjoy hacking, I won't deny it. Actually, anything with technology, he's pretty interested in it. He enjoys observing his surroundings. He might be doing something on his laptop, but he's forever watching and listening. Dylan enjoys spy movies. The gadgets always enthral me. He likes to run. Of course, the fact that he's part of the Genovese family means that it's hard for him to run in the city, and Jonathon has tightened security a lot after he got those threats. So Dylan runs on a treadmill in my room. He always enjoys seeing the look on people's faces when they realise he's far from the typical teenager. And he adores a cup of good coffee. Starbucks is acceptable.
Dislikes:| Dylan hates people who patronise him. He hates cheap, instant coffee. He hates seeing his mother upset. He hates people charging into his room unannounced. He doesn't really like little kids. Or old people. He doesn't particularly like small, yappy dogs. They irritate the hell out of me.
Fears:| Is this really any of your business?
He doesn't want to see his mother hurt. I mean, I love all of my family, but my mother means the most to me.

He doesn't want people to know that he spies on his own family. I do it for their own good. I don't want to blackmail them. But people just don't understand.

I'm terrified that my whole family will be locked up or killed and I'll be the only one left.
Secrets:| I spy on my family. Dylan installed software on their computers that means he can track them at all times. It also can track any credit card transactions. It's in case any of them get stolen or whatever. But he also has webcams and secret microphones hidden in the conference rooms. I got curious as to what exactly my family does.

My parents don't know that I know exactly what the family is involved in. As far as they know, he's ignorant as to what they do.

Hobbies:| Dylan had usually got his head buried in his latest engineering project. At the moment it's a robot that doesn't need a remote control. I simply put in some co-ordinates and it gets around. The camera fixed onto it both records and means the robot is aware of and able to avoid obstructions.

Running helps him think, so if he needs inspiration on how to fix a glitch in his robot, he runs.

If he is not running or working on my robot, he's drawing. It's usually plans for his next project, but sometimes Dylan just draw whatever's on his mind. I tend to hide these drawings as they involve my family's business a lot, and I don't want them finding out.
Talents:| Hmm, where to begin...

Dylan has a natural talent for engineering. He can make anything from a few bits of metal and a spare bit of wire. He's a wonder with cameras and computers. He learned a few tricks of the trade from FC: Freddie Highmore. He combines these talents to build robots. His robots are aimed at different problems, on both household and world scales.

Dylan is intelligent and quick-witted. There are few things he doesn't understand upon immediately reading them, and those few things he understands once they are explained to him using terms he can relate to. He is also good at explaining things to other people.

Dylan is extremely observant. He notices almost everything, from a new haircut to someone moving his plans. His natural curiosity goes hand in hand with this.

He also has a knack for problem solving. He can visualise ways to solve problems and can them put the solution into action or put them down on paper to further develop or construct a robot to do that job.

He usually remains calm in most stressful situations. He keeps a level head and his calmness can sometimes be infectious, depending on the severity of the situation and the person who he is trying to keep calm.
Deficits:| I don't claim to be perfect.

Dylan isn't much of a people person. While he is perfectly sociable and polite, he will always try and worm his way out of social situations. This isn't always possible due to his family's high social status, and at certain social events he appears slightly awkward.

Dylan's never been much good when it comes to self-defence. Sure, he can shoot a gun, and sure, it might hit someone, but it wouldn't necessarily hit who he was aiming for. He hopes that the remote-controlled deadbolt on his door and the variety of projectile-launching robots he has built will protect him from anyone who tries to break into his room.

Dylan has mild, undiagnosed OCD when it comes to some things. His plans must always be in a certain position on his desk; he has his pens and pencils arranged by colour, among other things. It annoys him if these things are messed with.

He also dislikes being interrupted. If someone wants to talk to him about something while he is making out plans for a robot, he won't give them his undivided attention. He will not stop working on his robot, and while he will take in everything they are telling him and will respond, people can sometimes be offended by this.

Weapons:| Dad makes me carry a weapon at all times.

Jonathon gave his son a Colt .45 similar to his own, which, despite Dylan's poor marksmanship, he carries with him at all times, even if only to reassure his father.

Personality:| Dylan appears to be the perfect young gentleman. He is respectful to everyone he meets. He is friendly and incredibly polite. He can converse with adults as though he was the same age as them and not half their age. He has a good sense of humour. He is curious when it comes to almost everything, and the first question on his lips is almost always, "How?"

Dylan's awkwardness in social situations can sometimes become evident. He tends to play with his clothes when he feels awkward, and his smile may sometimes appear a little strained. He does his best to hide this, but as the event drags on, these nervous "tics", one may call them, occur more and more often.

If you asked any of the Genovese employees, or even the Genovese family, to describe Dylan, one of the first traits that they would mention would surely be mischievous. From time to time he gets a glint in his eye and a grin crosses his face, and you know to watch every step you take. His tricks are often simple, but almost always effective. He rarely intends any of these in a malicious way; he is, after all, a teenage boy.

Dylan would not be a true Genovese without the protective instinct that is obvious in both his mother and his father. His is more so aimed towards the women in his life- his mother and his sister. He would be willing to do almost anything to protect them. He is not usually a violent person, but when it comes to the safety of his family, he can be dangerous. While he may not be the type to draw a gun at the smallest thing, you can be sure that he will have something unpleasant in store for you.

History:| Dylan is Jonathon and Victoria Genovese's youngest son.

He was loved as a child, there is no doubting that fact. Yet he was still exposed to so many things that children should not be exposed to, especially such an observant and inquisitive child like him. He overheard many things as a child, things that he only realised were wrong when he was a teenager. He saw his father hit a female employee on more than one occasion when he was hiding in his father's office while he and his siblings were playing hide and seek. He heard his father give the order to kill people several times as well, not that he was aware of this at the time. The realisation that these things were wrong hit him around the time he realised that his family was involved in a dark and dangerous world. He understood that sometimes, things like that had to be done. While he wouldn't necessarily do any of these things himself, he never disliked his father for doing these things. He was kidnapped as a young child, but he was too young when it happened for him to be able to remember now. He doesn't blame his father for this either, for it was not Jonathon's fault that his children were kidnapped.

Dylan's knack for all things engineering was obvious from a young age. Lego was always one of his favourite toys, along with building models. By the age of seven, he could construct model airplanes aimed towards adults with ease. He managed to get his hands on some software used to design aircraft and such, and used it to design robots and such. His father saw these plans and began to give his son the equipment necessary to build these robots. Dylan's skill with these only increased, and his designs became gradually more intricate and useful. He began to play around with his computer as well, teaching himself HTML and other computer languages, before moving onto very basic hacking.

Dylan probably received the least attention as a child, but he preferred it that way. He enjoyed not being interrupted when he was working. However, it led to his curiosity regarding what his family's business was. In his early teens, he managed to get a hold of some webcams and microphones and hooked them up in various locations around the house. He constructed a secure connection to them so only his laptop could access them. He tapped into these whenever he was bored. At first, there was nothing of interest. But the more he watched and listened, the more he learnt. He overheard conversations he knew that his parents would have definitely preferred him not to hear. None of these upset him. By now, he understood that it was what his family done and that it was just a way of life.

When his family employed FC:Freddie Highmore, Dylan didn't display much interest at first. However, when he caught a glimpse of exactly what the techie was doing, he was intrigued. He asked him to teach him more about hacking. The techie agreed and the two became increasingly close. The techie was the only person Dylan had contact with that was anyway close to his age and who understood what he was talking about.

The night his father gave the order for FC: Freddie Highmore to be killed, Dylan, for once, wasn't glued to his computer screen. He had his headphones in and was working on his robot. He could just hear the gunshots over the music, but chose to ignore them. The next morning, when he asked where the techie was, he was met with silence. He persisted and eventually his father took him aside and told him that;

"He was poking his nose into some stuff he shouldn't have been. He had to be dealt with."

Dylan was torn. He knew that he had probably installed the software that had alerted his father, but he also knew that his father had been forced to "deal with" the techie in order to keep the family safe.

Dylan didn't allow himself to dwell on the topic too much and instead started his search for a new techie. He wanted someone like the old techie, someone who could teach him more. Following much research, he finally found FC: Rachael Taylor. He went to Jonathon, reminding him that the family needed a new techie and that FC: Rachael Taylor would be perfect. His father didn't require much persuasion, trusting his son's instincts when it came to these types of things.

Miscellaneous:| He has a remote operated deadbolt lock on his door and his laptop can tap into any computer connected to any internet network in the house.

So begins...

Dylan Genovese's Story

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Adrianna Scott Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Mick Carter Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Rebecca Vendetti Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Genovese Mansion
Victoria felt her anger surging. She hummed with frustration, her fingers clenching the edge of the kitchen counter top until her knuckles turned white. Clenching her teeth, she exhaled through her teeth and looked at the floor before glancing up at the cater waiter who had dropped a platter of sparkling champagne in taking a corner too sharply. The crystal flutes had shattered, covering a large expanse of the slate floor. On top of that, Victoria was in the middle of the mess and bits of glass now graced her feet, cutting her nylons and sticking to her gown. She had come in to check on their progress and she had been showered in both the glasses and their contents. “I’m so, so...so sorry Mrs. Genovese…” the waiter apologized frantically. Victoria heard the fear dripping from her words. When she looked up at the girl she recognized that she was no older than her own daughter, though terrible cowed and far less stubborn. The girl gasped when Victoria leveled a gaze with her, flicking a hand out and sending a splash of champagne off of her fingertips and to the floor. “I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. If she didn't the poor girl might panic more and do something worse. The waiter looked about ready to burst into tears. Two thousand dollars worth of crystal now littered the floor and the champagne itself was soaking further into her evening gown. The emerald silk was ruined and still dripping. As she stepped forward slowly the glass crunched audibly beneath her Louboutin heels. Each step earned a wince from her staff. Once she was out of the initial pile of champagne flutes, Victoria hiked her dress up into her hands, rubbing the silk with her thumb only to earn herself a cut from a stray shard of crystal.

“Clean this up,” Victoria ordered. She turned to face her staff who merely looked back at her stunned. Their eyes glanced over her and they all remained still, looking at her with mixed expressions of surprise, fear and horror. “Now!” she barked, her voice cutting. A gasp followed and the hum of activity returned to them all. She sighed as she walked out of the kitchen, hearing the loud sniping of her head chef as he re-asserted control. Victoria frowned, closing her eyes as she proceeded to the main staircase, thankful that guests would not be arriving for another half hour. That said, some of their companions liked to arrive earlier, curious if there was ever disarray. She could not let them see any of this.

As she hurried herself up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder at the main entrance of their Manhattan townhouse, the sweeping steps polished to perfection. Two butlers stood at attention by the main doors to receive guests, while security remained outside the doors on the steps with the valet. Months ago, it would have only been one individual assigned to watch the entry of people into the mansion, the main gates and their security enough to prevent people from pulling stunts. For the evening, Jonathon had requested extra. His business associates would be meeting with him that evening and with everyone there on top of family friends it was sure to be a full house of interesting people. She hoped the additional security was enough.

Shaking her head, she ushered herself up to her bedroom, passing by the doors of her children’s rooms. She lingered, feeling herself soften as she neared Charlee’s door. Victoria paused and tried to listen. In hearing nothing she moved by, knowing that she had told them all to be back at the mansion on time and that it was possible that her daughter had gone to the salon to get herself prepared for the gala. As she continued on, she passed by her eldest son’s door. Lincoln had had class. It was a Monday after all. His semester had just started. Hopefully the accountant had paid his tuition. The thought made her add another note to her long mental list of things to check up on. Continuing on her way she passed Dylan’s door, evident given that it was the most papered over with signs and stickers. She knocked, trying to open it only to find it locked - as was usual.

“Half an hour sweet,” Victoria reminded him, disappointed that she couldn't actually tell him in person. “And you know how we feel about you locking your door.”

With that she moved beyond her children’s rooms, only pausing as she passed the last door on her left. Pushing it open, she could almost see Kole at his desk, hunched over some textbook and fighting himself to pay attention. It wasn’t hard to remember him looking up at her, smiling and sighing. Though he had been adopted into the family, she felt like she had lost a child when he had moved out. When Lincoln had moved into Cornell student residence it hadn’t quite been the same. He was still home on weekends, and evenings more often than not. With Kole gone, Victoria could go weeks without seeing him. Jonathon and Nate still had close contact but he felt remarkably absent from her. She would have to speak to him later about that, about coming to dinner more often or...something. Jonathon had assured her he was coming. Kole had cancelled a lot lately – something about his position becoming more tenuous. She had always thought it was a bad idea for him to go into the police academy. Maybe she should try to talk to him about that too? But that seemed difficult. She would be expected downstairs shortly and the business side of the evening would command her attention before the art auction would start – the front for their evening. Then there was the speech and a talk by Kole and then Nathaniel. Then the two leading men had a meeting with some movie star who had somehow weaseled her way into the event. Then there was dinner and ultimately no time alone with any of them. It was stressful just thinking about all that she needed to remember. She had to meet with the MET people downstairs too, right away, as they brought the works in that were for sale. All of this meant that she didn’t have time to get dressed again.

It all flooded her mind in short bursts, her thought process bringing her back to the fact that her dress was half soaked in champagne. As she stepped away from the guest room she sighed again, feeling the tension flood from her shoulders as she proceeded to her wing of the house. The master bedroom was behind a set of double doors. Victoria Her heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she moved towards her walk-in closet. Two steps into the room and she dropped the wet skirt of her dress and proceeded to unzip it only for it to get stuck and slightly beyond her reach between her shoulder blades. “This party will be the death of me,” she muttered angrily. While she knew she was overreacting, it felt better to say something. They had certainly faced worse.





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Genovese Mansion
Kole Marinos was never early. Today was most certainly an anomaly. The twenty four year old walked up the length of the driveway, past the tall pillar columns that signaled the main entrance to the family stead. He could still remember being fifteen and arriving at the Genovese mansion for the first time. Like an excited dog he had practically had his head out the window, marveling at the gargantuan grandeur of the home. Years later, he recognized that it paled in comparison to the estates of many other upper east side dwellers – if anything the Genovese family as relatively subdued. Still, he could not deny that it impressed him. As he approached the tall double doors, he made eye contact with the three men clustered on the front steps. They all looked him over, the butler smiling while the security guards assessed the potential threat that he posed. It had been six weeks since he had last been at the mansion itself, enough time for Jonathon to hire new bouncers.

“Pierre,” Kole smiled at the butler. “Master Kole! How pleasant to see you again,” the valet replied, moving forward to hug him only to find his way barred by one of the security personnel. It was enough for Kole’s smile to falter. “Are you on the list?” he demanded, looking down at an iPhone in his hand and scrolling through a pre-approved list. “It’s Kole Marinos,” the butler said, aghast at the idea of one of the family being questioned. “It’s okay. I understand the precaution,” he smiled, watching as the security guard scrolled through the list, confirmed that he was in fact on it, and nodded him through. “Mr. Genovese wishes to see you in the library.”

“I was counting on that,” Kole nodded, moving beyond the threshold and into the impressive manor, pausing to adjust his suit. He pulled on his shirt collar, irritated by the starchy quality of the fabric. It felt constricting. The moment that he stepped into the manor little seemed different. Unlike his apartment in the Upper West Side, the Genovese mansion felt like home. The scents were familiar. The feel and touch of it felt far more normal. Yet he felt almost a stranger to it on his own. Immediately his hands went to the tie around his neck, loosening the knot so that he could undo it and pull it off. The staff standing offside watched him, amused as Kole appeared relieved when the fabric was stowed in his pocket. Undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt, he finally felt freed.

With that dealt with, he proceeded knowingly through the halls of the mansion, hearing a loud chorus of voices coming from the kitchen as he moved toward the back end of the mansion. He was early by some twenty minutes for the first time…in ever. He approached the library cautiously but in hearing nothing he stepped inside, confronted with the sitting room attached to Jonathon’s office and no one else. He’d certainly never been first before. He just wondered who would be second, or whether he would have a moment along with Jonathon. Or even Nate. He needed to tell them about what he had been forced to do. He could still see it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the fat headed pig who had managed to figure out who he was, the look in his eyes before he shot him and the spray of blood that had followed after he had been gunned down in his own home by Kole himself. The memory came with a shriek in his ears, leaving him uncomfortable and jumpy. He sat down on the couch facing the door for that reason, allowing himself to hold his head in his hands and to think about anything but that night - which unfortunately proved futile for the moment. He had even drawn concerned looks at the office that morning he had been so out of it.

It is currently 7:40pm on Monday January 7th 2013. An art auction and gala has been organized at the Genovese mansion in support of a charity called Homeward Bound which helps underprivileged youth in Manhattan have after school programs to be apart of, tutors and halfway houses. The business associates are to meet with Jonathon at 8:00pm. The auction will start shortly after, providing a cover for the meeting. Of course, afterward all associates are invited to enjoy the Gala with the other guests. The incident involving the old techie happened in late September but the hiring of the new techie has made it fresh in the minds of the family again. (I've put it four months ago so that he had time to recuperate) What's more, the FBI organized a raid on one of the family restaurants in the Upper West Side the day before. While the family was tipped off and nothing came of it, the family is tense regardless. In the aftermath an FBI handler was killed by informant Kole Marinos to prevent the knowledge of his position from being leaked.

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Jess slipped in the side gate which had been designated for staff. She'd been forced to temporarily dye her hair black, although the guy in the salon assured her that it would wash straight out. She was wearing glasses with a thin black frame and brown contacts. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing lipstick and eye make-up. She felt nothing like herself, and the outfit wasn't helping either. She had been walking laps of her flat in the heels to get used to them.

Usually, she was in her field gear of army boots, combats, a t-shirt and her FBI jacket. If she had to do a press conference, she dressed up slightly, in a pair of black trousers, black flats and a white shirt. When she was working out, she wore her FBI t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms and trainers. She never wore skirts, heels, or overly elaborate make-up. She didn't dye her hair.

The only reason she had strayed out of her comfort zone tonight was the Genovese gala. She needed to confer with her agents following the busted restaurant raid. The only way she could do that was by going undercover herself. Her superiors had warned her to be careful. When you did as many interviews as she did regarding the Genovese family, your face tended to become well-known. She had been forced to dye her hair, wear contacts and glasses and do make-up, all to avoid recognition. Her handgun was strapped to her thigh, but she was slightly concerned about accessing it. She'd much rather burst into the gala with a SWAT team, get her agents out, and bust Jonathon Genovese in the one operation. Apparently that was a risk to civilians, though, and Jess had barely managed to get clearance to get her gun in there, let alone a fully armed SWAT team.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she was met with a tray of champagne and an order. "You! Go wait by the entrance! Give the guests champagne!" She had difficulty not telling the small man who had shoved the tray into her hands where to go, but instead she bit her tongue and smiled politely. The house was still quiet, and she skirted the clean-up operation. She noted a small alcove where she wouldn't be seen, and took her chance. She darted into it and pulled slips of paper from a pocket in her skirt. She wrapped them around the necks of the glass.

She had developed the idea while running through Central Park. They were similar to fortune cookies. Each had a message written on them. She hadn't been quite sure how she was going to use them, but the glasses provided a perfect opportunity. She pulled a Sharpie from the same pocket and began marking the slips as she wrapped them around the necks of the champagne classes. The genius was, she had three messages for her agents. They all read, "Minerva's wisdom is found in the Garden of Night." Anyone else would brush it off as nonsense, but it was a carefully crafted code that her agents would understand. Minerva was her codename, and she hoped that they would get the message to meet her in the garden at nightfall. She marked the ones with the codes with a vertical line, and the rest with a horizontal line.

Making sure the lines were facing her, she walked towards the front door, a smile on her face, ready to welcome the guests. As she took her place, she couldn't help but think,

Here goes nothing...

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Dylan was already dressed in preparation for the event. He was dressed simply, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. A black jacket was lying on his bed, ready to be put on when he was finished. He was sitting at his desk, working on his robot. He heard a knock on his door and his mother's voice. He had his door locked and the remote was by his hand. The remote was similar to that of an Apple TV remote in appearance, sleek and silver, but had only one black button on it. It controlled the deadlock on his door, which worked with a variety of magnets and electric currents. "Half an hour sweet," He heard his mother say. He lifted the remote and was about to open the door, when his mother added, "And you know how we feel about you locking your door." He grinned, and as he was about to press the button to allow her access, she heard her walking away. He set the remote back down beside him and continued to try and fix the wiring connecting the camera, mounted on the body of the robot, to the robot's chip. His grin faded as he tried to reconnect the wires. With a click and a grin, the wire slipped into it's spot and Dylan leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face.

He got to his feet and self-consciously smelt his hands. They still smelt faintly of metal, but it wasn't overpowering. He pulled on his jacket and checked his appearance in the mirror. His hair was slightly ruffled from when he had ran his fingers through it in frustration, and he smoothed it back down again. He adjusted his jacket slightly and brushed a few metal filings from his trousers.

He wasn't particularly looking forward to the gala. He knew he was going to be the youngest there. He would have to make small talk with old men who knew nothing about robotics, engineering, or hacking. His parents wouldn't particularly approve of him slipping away from the party to try and complete his robot. He had already Googled practically everyone on the guest list, and there wasn't anybody who was even slightly involved in the computer industry coming. The family's newest techie might be there, but he wasn't sure.

Thinking about the techie reminded him of his old friend. At events like this, they had sat down the back for most of it and discussed various topics of interest. Dylan smiled a little sadly. His father had essentially killed his friend. He couldn't hate his father for it. He knew that his father had only done it to protect the family.

Dylan sighed and smiled at his reflection. The reflection returned the smile, perfecting the image of a gentleman. Dylan adjusted the final few things, and picked the remote up from his desk, pressing the release button on it. The deadlock slid back, and he opened his bedroom door.

There appeared to be a commotion coming from the kitchen. Dylan ignored it and instead headed downstairs. He saw a familiar figure outside his fathers office and approached. He cracked a grin as he saw it was Kole. "Hey, Kole!" He said cheerfully, leaning on the doorpost.

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Nate Hagen

The roar of Hagen's Lamborghini Murciélago drowned out the noise and commotion going on in the exterior of the Genovese mansion. Gala attendees and art aficionados of every variety lined the steps, waiting to being admitted entrance to the lavish party. The steel grey Lamborghini turned heads as it whipped passed waiting cars to the very front of the line of cars. There were a few murmurs of who could be in the expensive vehicle but as the drivers side door opened with a clean hiss all could see who had finally arrived. He stepped out in a one of a kind hand tailored suit imported from Italy.

Nathaniel Hagan, loyal friend and second in command to Jonahthon Genovese adjusted the shirt beneath his jet black suit jacket by gently tugging on his cuff links with practiced ease. His jaw tensed casually as his eyes critically scanned the placement of his sleeve before he rose his gaze once more. He made his way up the stairs past the waiting guests, barely glancing in their direction. He reached the front of the line quickly and tossed his keys to a valet without a word. The valet rushed off to park Nate's car as the adopted brother of Jonahthon turned his attention to the bodyguards checking people in at the door.

"Any problems?"

"No sir, everything's going smoothly."

The bodyguard responded to the man with the sharp precision of a military man. Per Nate's suggestion they'd beefed up security not just in number lately but in quality, no more Brooklyn goons and thugs from Harlem. Ex Navy Seals, Rangers and Blackwater Mercs were the new face of the Genovese security detail all due to Nate's unwillingness to leave the safety of the family in the hands of anyone but the best.

"I'm the first person you call if that changes, we clear?"

"Yes sir."

Nate gave the guard a firm nod before walking past him into the house. The first thing he noticed was the absence of Pierre, the elderly caretaker of the house and Genovese family for years. He must have been off entertaining one of the society hags that showed up to gorge themselves on the wealth of patrons at the gala. Nate hated all of this to be honest. The rich socialites grinning as they gossip in the shadows. The over abundance of opinionated elitists who will fill the mansion tonight with their assumptions and unneeded opinions. The real problem was the security threat. All these strange faces, too easy for someone to slip in as a guest or server with a mind to do some harm to the family. Nate and Jonah had spent weeks prepping the security for the event. Nearly everything had been taken into account before this thing had been scheduled. If something did happen that was what Nate was there for, as always to stand between the Genovese and whoever dared threaten them.

Nathan had two other duties tonight one he was considerably less enthused about. The only worth while one out of the two was a meeting with Jonah and some of the other business associates the family had including Kole. Nate had been looking forward to seeing Kole back in the mansion. Nate had planned to have a beer with the guy and see how he was fairing under guise of dutiful member of the boys in blue. Kole was a brave man, braver than he even gave himself credit for. Not many would've agreed to take on something like that but Kole did without a second thought. It was selflessness like that that helped Nate sleep at night when he worried how the Genovese would fair if he died.

The other was an interview Jonah had agreed the two men would attend with a starlet whose only defining quality was the size of her chest. Nate had never seen any of Adrianna Scott's movies, come to think of it Nate couldn't remember the last time he'd gone to the movies at all.

Putting his minds wandering aside Nate made his way through the entrance hall and the ornate staircase to the library to meet with Jonah. Who he found however was the youngest member of the Genovese brood and the other stray like himself the Genovese had taken in.

"Hey there Dylan, Kole. You boys don't clean up half bad."

Nate said warmly as he came to stand just behind Dylan.

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Even I did it. Oops. xD

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He could see it all so clear in his head. The sound of the night echoed in his mind. Upon closing his eyes Kole could remember the feel of the man’s leather couch. He had broken in, disabled the alarm system and waited for the man to come home. Like clockwork he had, stepping into his own living room after taking drastic measures to bar his front door. Little had he known that he had locked himself in with a predator. He had stumbled past the threshold only to drop an armful of paperwork and files. Kole had risen to stand, his face grim and his eyes narrowed on the handler. Recognition dawned on the man’s face immediately. He raised a fat finger to point at him. “You’re…” he had stuttered. Before he could finish that sentence Kole had shot him twice in the chest with a borrowed Beretta M9 – gun Jonathon had loaned him in the event that he needed to do this and didn’t want his own gun leaving bullets behind. He had shot him twice in the heart and watched him collapse in a heap on the floor. The shots had been perfect but the noise was deafening to him, even then as he remembered it. Stunned, he had waited a minute before walking over to the handler, kicking his body so that it rolled over with his face to the ceiling. Shock still laced his features and he was sputtering for life. The sight was enough to make him choke on his own breath. He shot him again in the head for good measure before rolling him over again with another kick, dropping the gun for a moment to sift through the files. He collected the necessary paperwork and left the rest. He’d then proceeded to wiping down his presence and dragging the body down into the basement. He’d popped the natural gas line on the heater before proceeding to the kitchen, turning on the stove and stuffing it with paper, leaving the door open.

He was a mile away with the explosion tore through the neighbourhood. The house was known to be that of Frank Karpathy. Dental records would prove it was his body but the heat and intensity of the explosion and following fire would erase any remnant of the fact that he had been shot. Kole didn’t know why but he had driven around aimlessly for an hour after the fact before parking his truck back at home, showering and going for a run through the park – something that normally served to clear his head but did anything but. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw the face of the agent so clearly. And if it wasn’t the handler, it was his father, dying in his lap and sputtering as his entire body bled out from six gunshots to the chest.

His mind was positively morbid when Dylan called him from his reverie. “Hey Kole!” the crime boss’ youngest son smiled. Kole shifted his hand from covering his face to supporting his chin. He smiled wearily. “Hey kiddo,” Kole replied. “Sorry I haven’t been around lately. I promise, you, me and Duke are going to the park tomorrow for some snow fort building fun.” Duke of course, was his German Shepard. The retired police dog was as anxious for some R&R as Kole was.

He was about to say more when Nathaniel Hagen turned the corner. His mentor and the Genovese’ second in command was a sight for sore eyes. He stood behind Dylan, dwarfing him in height and stature. Kole even felt small from where he sat on the couch. "Hey there Dylan, Kole. You boys don't clean up half bad,” Nate commented. Kole ran a hand through his hair, dodging the compliment. “You taught me how to wear a suit,” he smirked. “Stand up straight, cufflinks, straight collar, clean shoes and the works on the hair. I still can’t handle a tie though. Feels too like a noose.”

On a normal day he could lie through his teeth. He had done fine all day, though one of the secretaries had commented that he looked sick. Now that he was in the Genovese stead the ability melted away and his uneasiness was in his words. “Nate, can I have a word with you alone first? Before we get started?” Kole asked wearily, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying anything more in front of Dylan. When I was his age, I was starting a new life, he thought absently. “I know that Jonathon is expecting to talk to me directly as well but I have…news,” he added, knowing that last word carried significant weight in the household. "News best shared in the company of only those who matter and the sooner the better."

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Nate's tone shifted instantly, from casual to all business in the blink of an eye. He nodded and patted Dylan on the shoulder, giving signal for the boy to find entertainment elsewhere.

"Give us a minute, D."

Nate said not taking his eyes off Kole as he motioned for him to follow. Nate had no idea what Kole needed to tell him, no reports had come in from Marinos of anything big going down but judging by Kole's tone whatever this was it wasn't good. Nathan didn't have that uncanny ability Jonah did, to pick up on the slightest cues a person gives off to tell what they're thinking or feeling. Jonahthon could tell a liar at a thousand yards but not Nate. He was as blind as the rest of humanity except when it came to family. Jonah, Vicky, Kole, Dylan, Charlee and Linc were his pack and like any watchful pack member he was attuned to them. He knew the difference in a simple hello or goodbye that spoke volumes no one else would pick up on.

The two men, orphaned by fate and adopted by the kindness of the Genovese didn't stop walking until they were on the terrace looking out over the city. The icy grip of winter had come quickly to New York and already snow had begun to fall. A light blanketing of the city streets below could be seen down below and as the hour grew later and the city lights began to glow New York truly looked magical. Nate and Kole were alone on the terrace save for a single waiter with a tray of frosty beers. Nate took two from the waiter and dismissed him before handing one to Kole and leaning on the rail.

"Talk to me Kole."

Nathan said as he turned away from the snowy city to look at his brother.

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Kole watched Nathaniel’s entire demeanor change. The second in command stiffened, and his smile slackened. His eyes dropped to look at Dylan in front of him. Kole watched as his mentor squeezed the youth’s shoulders, his tone changing drastically. "Give us a minute, D,” Nate shooed him. Kole looked up at Nate, noticing that the man didn’t take his eyes off him. The twenty four year old felt the intensity of his analytical stare. He undeniably had his full attention. Sensing that Nate had a lot of questions, Kole stood and moved toward his two family members. He knelt down in front of Dylan and smiled, reaching out to fist bump him. He was so old suddenly. “Make sure the caterers save us a platter full of pigs in a blanket,” Kole smiled, referencing to his personal favorite appetizer – one that Victoria had deemed mundane and unsophisticated. Until all three of her children had come to like them over much of the other bite sized foods she served at her parties.

Standing, Kole moved to follow his mentor. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Nathaniel now. When he had first moved in he had been a head shorter, gawky and awkward. Now he was of the same stature and instead of being shooed out of the room like Dylan, he was now in on the business and incredibly so. It was still daunting even though he had been doing it for years already. Only it’s never been this dangerous before.

They walked silently beyond the library and towards the sun room. Nate didn’t hesitate to step outside onto the terrace. The air was brisk and while there was enough snow on the ground to cover the grass, it was warm considering evening was falling. Kole buttoned up his suit jacket as Nathaniel moved to a waiter standing ready with a platter of beers. Nate dismissed the man, but not before he claimed two of the waiter’s drinks and offered one to him. Kole took one, feeling the frosted glass freeze his fingers too quickly. Nate held his and leaned over the railing. Kole leaned his back into it, setting the beer beside him.

"Talk to me Kole,” Nathaniel prodded. The informant looked over at the second in command again, taking in everything he could about him. His mentor turned from scanning the mansion’s view to looking straight at him, his eyes demanding information.

“I had to kill someone,” Kole confessed suddenly. He blurted the words out bluntly and stopped himself from saying anything else immediately after. He clenched his tongue between his teeth before he sighed. “After I tipped Jonathon off about the raid last night I was found out by a handler poking around for an informant within the agency. I figured him out before he reached anyone about it.”

The facts seemed to roll of his tongue but Kole was far from comfortable talking about it. He didn’t look once at Nate while he explained himself, his eyes wearily looking round the terrace for people, or recording devices. This was heavy news and a lot of people could do dangerous things with it.

“I tracked his address, I broke in and as soon as he walked in I shot him,” Kole admitted, pained. He winced, feeling the memory come back again, the sight of him dead, the blood sprayed up the wall behind him and dripping in a grim way unlike most action movies.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” Kole added in a whisper, staring forward blankly, folding his arms around his chest. “I don’t regret it but I can’t get his face out of my head. It felt so easy. Breaking into his house took me back to when I was a kid. It was so easy, disarming the alarm. Then I made sure there was no trace, nothing. Body was burned...natural gas fire had the house blow.”

He felt like he was rambling, rolling off the facts and knowing that they would make sense to his mentor. They were all things he had been told to do once. He had had a serious dinner with Jonathon and Nate one night, the same night they had given him the M9. They had explained to him in hushed tones of ways to hide things. He hadn't taken it that seriously at the time but now that he reflected on it, everything they had taught him he had used. It was a flawless kill, hidden and left to be written up in the paper as a fault gas line gone wrong.

"Someone sent him after me, digging for someone like me," he commented bitterly. "Someone in our organization knows that we're in on the FBI's investigation. If they didn't before, they'll strongly suspect it now." Exhaling deeply, he shifted his feet and moved to stand straight up and off of the railing, turning so that he faced Nathaniel directly. "I laid low last night. I didn't think it would be best to come straight here. They know that I'm supposed to be here today though so I waited."

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Hours before the Genovese gala was set to begin, Charlee had made her escape from the mansion. The excuse of a spa day was given to Pierre, the butler, in case anyone questioned her whereabouts. In truth, Shae just wanted to spend some time to herself and while the spa was the intended destination, she wouldn't be there the entire day. An art auction was to be held at her house that very night, but Shae could care less. Her attendance was request, as usual, and the young girl didn't dare disappoint her mother in front of the very people she aimed to please, but Shae wished she could forego the entire experience - just this very one. Usually she was up to working a party, flirting, and conversing with those she'd just met and the ones she'd known her entire life, but today Shae felt sluggish, even dull almost.

The spa had done wonders for taking Shae's mind off the events that were to take place. A full facial, massage, manicure, and pedicure were ordered. The labor of the work taking hours alone. Shae relished and relaxed as she was doted upon at the shop. The spot was a regular source of comfort - one Shae most commonly chose to indulge in alone and after hours of preparation, she almost felt well enough to venture back to the mansion. Just two more stops.

An appointment at the salon both she and her mother preferred was made two days ago, though the owners would have fit either of the Genovese women in if they had just walked through the doors. It was a luxury that Shae was accustomed to and took for granted. Things often just fell into her lap and she didn't think twice about those who bent over backwards to please her and her family.Today, she wanted just a simple blowout done to her long, red strands. For the past few weeks a change of pace had been considered, a haircut, a new style, maybe even a new color, but Shae had also changed her mind at the last second choosing to keep her red locks that fell mid-back. Plus, Shae knew that her her color complimented the dress Shae had spent hours picking out. Yes, a simple blowout would work best for the occasion.

Small talk was made with her regular hairdresser, Sandy, but Shae, as always, kept the intimate details of her life to herself. Most people opened up to their stylist, engaging at gossip at the very least, but Shae kept the conversations light and often asked about Sandy's life rather than steer the conversation towards herself. With her family and life, Shae couldn't afford to put her trust into just anyone and even now she realized it.

The blowout only took a half hour. Shae paid, left a rather generous tip, and was on her way. Her last stop before home was a little out of the way and Shae constantly checked to see whether she spotted anyone who might recognize her or her father. She couldn't have anyone reporting these actions back to Jonah and people were quick to divulge her secrets.

A rundown looking house sat on the corner of 85th street. Everyone in the area knew the house. It was a place to score. Shae felt more than uncomfortable having to buy her ecstasy from this particular place, but she didn't have the time or place to wait for a response from Carter, her father's lead drug trafficker, should she call him. Plus, Shae would be more inclined to do other things with Carter than to simply buy drugs and she couldn't risk ruining her hair. Victoria would kill her if she showed up late to the gala and looked less than presentable. So, gathering every ounce of courage she had, Shae parked her black Mercedes-Benz, locked it, and walked anxiously up to the bright red door. She knocked three quick wraps and took a step back. The door, chain still locked, cracked ever so slightly. "Uhm, J.C. sent me." Shae lied, though she knew using his name would help the transaction go a lot smoother. The door closed in her face. Shae, more than confused, turned to walk back down the steps and to her car. She'd only just turned when she heard the door open once more and was welcomed in by a lean, built brunette.

He quickly asked what she needed and she didn't waste time in telling him, cash in hand ready to make the deal. The two quickly traded merchandise and Shae was on her way, ecstasy in pocket. Just making the deal had given her a thrill almost causing Shae to forget why she'd wanted the E to begin with. In haste, Shae pulled away from the house and in the direction of her Upper East Side estate knowing her mother would be expecting her to be there.

The drive from where she was to the Genovese mansion took the better part of a half hour, but soon enough Shae was puling up the driveway, around back, and into her parking spot in the garage. Her hair and makeup may have been done, but Shae still needed to pull herself into the dress and slip her feet into the golden heels she'd selected for the evening. Realizing she'd spent way too much time out and about, Shae rushed to her room and prettied herself up. With luck, she managed to avoid her mother until she was fully ready for the evening. One quick and final look in her bedroom mirror told Shae that she was cleared to make her appearance at the party as she knew that quests had probably started arriving.

Her entrance was anything but grand. Unnoticeable would probably be more fitting. Shae pranced down the stairs, a facade of happiness painted on her face. Her bright red lipstick complimenting her hair and dress, making her look even more attractive - way too mature for a seventeen year old. She waved to some of her mother's 'friends' and smiled to those of her father before grabbing a glass of champagne from a server. Victoria would disapprove, as would Jonah, but Shae didn't mind their disapproving eyes or nagging. They wouldn't make a scene in front of their many guests, so Shae wouldn't face her consequences until much later and by then she would care even less than she did at the moment.

Knowing that at all times at least one pair of eyes would be on her should she stay in the room, Shae slipped off to the kitchen for some privacy just as she slipped one white pill under her tongue. There. That should help with tonight. She told herself before returning to the grand room and socializing with their guests. Dylan stood alone and Shae thought best to make conversation with someone she at least cared about. And she cared about Dylan more than any other person on the planet.

"Hey, little brother." she addressed him. "Anything interesting to cure my boredom?" She asked lightly.

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The adoptive brother of Jonahthon Genovese took everything relayed to him in complete silence. His dark eyes locked on Marinos as he spoke. Nate's jaw tightened as he listened to the hesitation before the explanation, the rush of information during and the regret after. He could see it in Kole's eyes, his face even his posture. He was revolted with himself, afraid yet resolved that what he did was for the right reason. He knows he did the right thing and was yet confused as to why he felt this way. The realization that one of Nate's greatest fears might just come to light struck him like a cold knife in the spine that twisted in his flesh and made him feel empty.

Nathan reached out a hand and squeezed the younger man's shoulder in warmth and brother hood. He locked eyes with Kole hoping to impress upon him the gravity of his words.

"Hey, hey look at me Kole. You did good...you did good."

Nate was disgusted with himself in that moment. He was nurturing the same behavior that created the monster that he was today in Kole but what else was he supposed to do? What other course of action could Kole had taken? The answer was none but it didn't help the pit in Nathan's stomach.

"You did what you had to do, we can't ask any more of you little brother. You took care of the body, you didn't leave anything behind pointing to you or the family. I'm...proud of Kole. You're handling this like a man, that's admirable. It's not easy, the first time but it helps knowing that what you did protected your family. It protected Dylan and Charlee, Lincoln and Victoria, and it protected Jonah."

Nate let his words sink in for a moment before giving Kole a nod of approval and puling his hand away. He reached for his beer and as if alerted by the conversation involving him Nate's phone rang with Jonah's name displaying across the screen. He picked up and was greeted by a terse, demanding voice.

“If you’re with Kole, would you gentlemen please escort yourselves to the library? The others should be arriving soon and I want to talk to him beforehand.”

Nate pocketed his phone after Jonah hung up and threw a thumb at the door.

"C'mon, the boss is waiting for us."

He said before taking a long swig of his beer and heading for the house with Kole close behind.

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Crap.... I guess we're all doing it.

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Stepping out of her red Mustang, Kalista made sure to conceal to pistol at her thigh as well as the switch blade on her other thigh. In retrospect, wearing this beautiful dress was not been the greatest of ideas when she had a pistol with her, but the dress needed to be worn somewhere and this gathering seemed like the perfect place. Furthermore, Kalista had been in a good mood that day and wearing the gorgeous dress was representation of that.

As Kalista stepped out of the car, her black heels clicked slightly on the pavement. She looked around at the waiting cars with a look of indifference before leaning down to check her makeup in the side mirror. Seeing everything in order, Kalista stood up as tall as she could. She was a petite woman standing at only about five feet and the heels only added about two or three inches. However, since the entire Ross line had been very short, Kalista’s father had always told her that standing up straight, keeping your head up, and being proud of your height made people look past the fact that you were a shrimp. Lord knows where Kalista would have been had her father not told her that. Perhaps the only reason people had respect for Kalista was because of her pride and her ability to stand up to men twice her size.

Kalista stepped up to the waiting valet and placed the key in his hands. She stepped closer to the man, leaning over to him with a smile on her face and whispered into his ear, “If I see the slightest scratch on this car, you’ll be gone before anyone can miss you.” At first, the looked incredulously at Kalista, and finally, perhaps realizing the family that he was working for, realized that she was completely serious and went wide-eyed. The man nodded hastily and hurried around the car to the driver’s seat.
Kalista chuckled, as she watched the valet drive the car away cautiously; once looking behind him only to see Kalista’s eyes staring daggers at him. When the car was out of sight, Kalista ve one last chuckle and stepped up to the front door of the Genovese mansion. The bouncer stopped her and looked down at her for a moment with curiosity before a large smile became plastered on his face.

Kalista squinted up at him, crossed her arms in front of her, and tapped her foot impatiently. “Is there a reason you’re grinning like an idiot?”

The bouncer let out a rather loud laugh. “Ya haven’t changed a bit have ya, Skin.”

Kalista was normally able to keep every one of her emotions off her face; however, she couldn’t keep the small look of shock off her face as the man used her military nickname. Kalista scrutinized his face for a moment before she broke out in a grin as well. “Squint?” She asked, only just recognizing the man she hadn’t seen in years.

The man, “Squint”, didn’t say anything, but pulled Kalista in for a tight hug. Kalista laughed joyfully, something she hadn’t done in a long time. She returned the tight hug and then pulled back, smiling at the large man. “I didn’t know you were a bouncer for the family.”

Squint raised a single eyebrow at Kalista and gave her a fake half smile. “I bet you ten bucks I know what you’re doing for this family,” he said in a tone that told Kalista that he disapproved of her chosen occupation. Moreover than the other men Kalista had met overseas, Squint had always been the most protective and, even though he was smiling, she knew that he really did not approve.

Kalista’s smile faltered for a moment, but she plastered it back on her face quickly. However, Squint gave her a look that told her he had seen to quick look of dismay. Kalista sighed and dropped the façade. “Look, Squint, I ain’t proud of what I do, but I’m good at it and it pays the bills.” Suddenly, Kalista felt small. She had not felt this vulnerable in years and it didn’t feel good. Feeling emensly uncomfortable, Kalista stood up tall once more and put on her mask of indifference.

Squint looked like he wanted to argue with her, but seeing the already impatient line behind Kalista, he decided against it. He gave a heavy sigh, knowing better than to argue with Kalista. Instead, he nodded to her, quickly checked the phone in his hand to make sure she was on the list, and pulled her into another hug. He told her to find him if she ever wanted to have catch up, but knew that the attempt to rekindle their friendship would most likely be in vain.

With that, Kalista cast one last smile over her shoulder at Squint as she made her way through the doors to the mansion. She wished that she had kept in touch with the men she had fought with. The only time she ever seemed to be truly happy was around them. However, after becoming an assassin and a thief, Kalista knew that none of them would look at her in the same big-brother way that they had before. Kalista gave a short sigh of dismay at the thought, but quickly put back the mask of indifference over her features.

Kalista took a glass of champagne from a woman whom she knew that she recognized. She looked suspiciously after the woman, making a note to keep an eye on her, but otherwise walked on further into the mansion. Kalista didn’t show it, but she felt uncomfortable among them. She has always hated crowds. She loved sitting back and people watching, but being inside the crowd made her antsy. Especially a crowd such as this one; one full of snobby, malicious, rich people who were willing to do anything for their status. Kalista knew for a fact that many people thought the exact same thing about her and perhaps they were correct, but no one would ever be stupid enough to tell Kalista that. She gave a small into her champagne glass as she thought of this.

Kalista looked around at the crowd of people observing a work of art. Nearly every single one of them was feigning interest very well, and a few were pretending to understand the “meaning” behind the artwork. Kalista sighed to herself thinking about the fact that she should be acting more sociable, but the fact of the matter was that she would rather be at home at the moment. Maybe stealing something from one of these men would make me feel better, Kalista thought sarcastically.

Working for a crime boss had its perks and it also had its downsides. For example, being paid handsomely for jobs and coming to events such as this one were both perks; however, a downside was having no room for mistakes. Although, being as cocky as she was, Kalista knew that she had never made a mistake. Everyone thought that letting the drug dealer go had been a mistake, but Kalista knew that someone in the family had to be suspicious of her “slip-up”, seeing as she never made a mistake that big. Kalista frowned slightly to herself as she thought of her nephew. What if he had decided to show up at this event and finally exact revenge on the Genovese family? What if this was the night that Kalista would have to decide between killing the last standing member of her family, or most likely being taken out herself?

Kalista shook the frown from her face. What is wrong with me? I’m letting these strangers see my true emotions, Kalista thought to herself and she made her way through a throng of guests.

She noticed Dylan and Shae speaking and made a mental note of where they were. If her nephew, or anyone dangerous for that matter, decided to show up, Kalista wanted to keep them safe. Kalista’s job was not specifically to check up on the family, but she had always known that it was implied. She was supposed to take out anyone or anything that threatened the family, but that meant that she had to keep an eye on them to know who was threatening them. Besides, ever since the boss had basically saved her from herself when she had come back from combat, Kalista was eternally in debt to him. She would protect his family whether it was part of her job or not.

Kalista stood stiffly at on one wall for several moments before realizing that she must look quite strange with her elegant dress on as well as the stance of a bodyguard. Kalista forcibly loosened her muscles and made herself to look personable. She put on a slight smile and leaned slightly on one leg, making herself look as if she was a guest simply enjoying the night rather than an assassin who was only there because she had been summoned for a meeting with the boss.

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Jonah was working himself into a very impatient, irritated mood as he waited for his second in command to arrive with his adopted son. They were certainly taking their sweet time, and this was not the day to test the man’s patience. Of all days, this was actually the very last one should try such a thing. He didn’t like the plans for the evening, but he also knew he needed to be so many places at once, and the only way to make sure he could do that, was to host the meeting in his home. The mere thought made his nerves vibrate, his muscles tense. He looked towards the door to the sitting room, behind which, one would find his office.

He looked at his watch, taking in a deep breath. He was supposed to begin a meeting in mere 10 minutes. Or rather, he had not given anyone a specific time. He had only told them all to be at the manor 7:55 at the latest. At 8 they would all receive a text saying the exact same, simple, yet completely understandable thing: ”Library. Now. Slip out unnoticed.” Place, time, and caution. Key words to Jonathon in almost all ways. He did manage to check his phone another time, trying to at least use the time well. It seemed Miss Ross and Miss Siqueira had arrived.

In response to this, Jonah tapped a quick text to the new techie: ”All set up, I hope? I’m counting on you to keep overall eyes and ears on this party. Do not disappoint, Miss Siqueira.” There, that should have her set for the evening. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t let anything slip. Dylan had recommended her, and Jonah had interviewed her himself. She was more than competent; he just hoped she could handle this job. She was rather young, after all. Of course he didn’t expect her to be allknowing, but having all conversations and the like recorded and sent directly to his computer, was a great idea. All he really meant by his text was that he hoped she had installed all of the necessary cameras. He certainly paid her enough.

The boss had remained unreadable and coldly indifferent on the outside, except to anyone who knew that Jonah only ever paced when he was very irritated, and very impatient. He stopped immediately when he heard foodsteps outside the grand doors, and he stood still, rigid as he watched the entrance to the library, eyes cold. As he spotted Nate coming inside, he didn’t move. Just stood and watched as Kole joined him. This rather got to him.

Not that Kole had been talking to Nate, but the fact that the young man had apparently thought it appropriate not to be the place requested at the time requested. Jonathon did not run business like that. If Kole hadn’t been family, the patriarch would’ve been furious. As it was, he was only mildly irritated at the show of disrespect. However, as Kole spoke, Jonathon almost felt himself soften the way he would around his other children as well. However, he refused to show that weakness right now, and so he stood still, hands still clasped behind him.

Following that act, he stiffly nodded at Kole in greeting, and raised an eyebrow at the comment about him needing to talk to Nate first. With that, Jonah looked the kid over, taking note of every little gesture, every little wavering of his gaze, and every little movement of his nose. Nothing went past Jonathon as his gaze seemed to look right through Kole, and it didn’t take him long to deduct that something was definitely off. His son seemed almost guilty of something. What had happened then? And why wasn’t he already spilling the beans?

Jonathon sighed when Kole instead spoke of the raid from the day before. He cleared his throat, relaxing his stance as he finally let the irritation ebb out. The way Kole’s eyes kept darting, and the way his stature was slightly off, made Jonah forgive the previous insolence. Only with his children did this happen. Well, them, and Nate, along with Vicky. Basically… those closest to him. With everyone else, Jonah would remain cold and removed.

He nodded, gesturing towards his office before walking there himself, holding the door open for his two companions only to close and lock it behind them. He seated himself behind his desk, not bothering to ask the others to take seats. They would – they’d been in there plenty of times both of them. Only once that was done, did the man speak, having been eerily quiet up until now.
“I did. We got everything out. The place was perfectly presentable by the time the they showed up.” He said, finally smiling at his son, a look of approval in his eyes as he got out an envelope with ten thousand bucks in it, sliding it towards the man in question. It was a bonus for a job well done, or, the Jonathon version of a thank you to someone he paid.

The second he had done this, Jonah leveled a more serious set of eyes on his adoptive son. “Now,” he began, “why don’t you tell me what’s happened? It’s clearly got you uneasy.” He glanced at Nate, his eyes silently asking him whether it was very bad or just bad. Over the years the two has learned to interpret silent looks and signals in each other. It was very useful at all times really. Like now, when Jonah wanted to know the status of something in advance. He was sure his second in command had already been let in on the news. No one else was ever really able to figure out what the pair was communicating, which was also more than a little useful.

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Jess carefully noted everybody who came in, whether they accepted champagne or not. Sienna Rose, the head of the Met. She knew the second in command of the family. Worth noting. Kalista Ross, assassin. Jess had to try hard not to narrow her eyes at her. Victoria Genovese herself even passed. Jess was constantly conscious of the time passing. She had to try and find Ethan, and get out as quickly as possible. Then Mick appeared. He recognized her, she knew it. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find some whiskey?"

She smiled politely. "Of course, sir. Follow me." She handed the tray to one of the other servants, giving them the look she gave her agents when they needed to know not to mess with her. Once they were out of site, Jess took off her glasses. "I don't have a lot of time. I've got to get out as soon as I can. I'm not safe, and while I'm here, neither are you. I got a call this morning. Frank's apartment was completely destroyed in a gas explosion. He had called me only minutes before, saying he was an inch away from finding our mole." She glanced back to where she was supposed to be. "I'm really sorry, Ethan. Listen... I've got to go. I'm only here until I can talk to all of my agents, but swing by the office tomorrow. We can talk this out. Please, don't do anything stupid. I can't lose any more good agents." She put a hand on his arm and pulled a bottle of whiskey and a glass from a cupboard, handing them to him. As she put her glasses back on, she sighed. "I'm really sorry, Mick." The switch to his alias reminded her- and hopefully him- of where they were and who they were surrounded by.

She strode across the hall once again, taking the tray back from the disgruntled servant. She readied her smile, but her mind was on the phone call she had received earlier that day.

Manhattan, 5.00 AM

Jess was out running in early morning Manhattan. Nightmares had awoken her and the only way she could calm her thoughts was by doing a little working out. The streets were quiet, and she met very few people on her run. As she passed Central Park, her phone began to ring. Nobody but her team would contact her this early in the morning. She pulled it from her pocket and answered it, a little out of breath.

"Jessica Garcia."

"Jess, it's important. Where are you?"

She looked around. "Central Park. No-one suspicious. What's wrong?"

"Can you smell smoke?"

One of the stranger questions she'd been asked in her career, considering the context.

"Uh, yeah, actually. What the hell is wrong? Don't beat around the bush, Nolan."

"That's from Frank Karpathy's apartment. Gas explosion, apparently. Two civilians dead, as well as Frank."

"Fuck."

Jess stared towards Frank's apartment, before sprinting back in the direction she came from, struggling to hold her phone to her ear. "Have you got a forensics team there?" She shouted into her phone. "Yeah. I don't think there's going to be much left for them to process, though, Jess."

Present, Genovese Mansion

Jess blinked and returned to the present. They had been so freaking close. And then they had lost it. And him. Frank had been a good agent. His name had been added to the list that Jess had promised herself she would shoot Jonathon Genovese for. She had a hard time keeping her composure, but she managed.

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Dylan sighed. Kole and Nate had disappeared, leaving him with no-one to talk to. He watched everyone, from the waitress serving champagne to the new techie. He had slipped his phone into his pocket and was waiting for an opportunity to pull it out and start toying with some website. He had already been to the kitchens to make sure they held Kole his pigs in blankets. He knew all too well his mother wouldn't necessarily approve of Kole's choice, but that wasn't Dylan's problem.

He had to admit, he was a little bitter. He was tired of being treated like a kid by everyone. Sure, he was only fifteen. The fact remained, if he tried, he could hack into all of their bank accounts and donate the contents to a charity, while looking as if he was merely playing one of those brainless games that other boys of his age liked. He didn't want to be involved in the business, but he wanted to be treated with respect. He positioned himself where he could meet the guests, a gracious smile on his face.

He was lost in his own thoughts when Charlee appeared. He missed what she said to him, but his grin widened as he realised she was there. "Hey, sis. Enjoying the opportunity to get dressed up? I know I'm not- well, not really." He said, smiling at his older sister.

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"And... She's back," Lydia confirmed, her voice filled with triumph and relief as the long, constant bleep of the heart rate monitor was replaced by intermittent bleeping, indicating a heartbeat. She took her hands of the patient’s chest where, only moments ago, they’d been rhythmically pressing down on it in an attempt to restart her heart. The muscles in her arms immediately relaxed as they fell back to her sides and her laboured breathing from the exertion of keeping someone alive evened out.

The girl lying out on the bed was just nine years old, the age Lydia’s brother had been when he’d died, she thought bitterly. Her long, blonde hair fanned out around her heart shaped face and wires wound their way under the sheets to various places where they disappeared under her pale skin. Machines sounded around her as they monitored everything from the child’s heart rate to the oxygen level in her blood. Messy, quickly dressed bandaged criss-crossed her chest and her tiny wrist was bent at an angle, in serious need of a cast. The girl had been in a serious car crash with her child-minder. The adult had died upon impact but the little girl was saved by being in the backseat of the car. She’d been rushed into the ER where Lydia and her team had been working tirelessly on her for the last ten minutes, until, thirty seconds ago, the girl had crashed. But they’d managed to stabilise her, meaning Lydia was fairly confident about her chances of survival. Now she needed to be taken up to the ICU for more tests to make certain she wouldn’t need surgery. But, as Lydia was about to issue the order, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Dr Arden,” Lydia turned at the sound of her name, being met by the face of her boss, Dr Jacobs, “Your shift ended twenty minutes ago. What are you still doing here?”

“I just had some things to finish off… I’ve just got to get this girl up to-“ she was cut off.

“I’ll make sure the girl makes it up to ICU safely. You go home,” Dr Jacobs told her.

Lydia glanced at her watch, aware she was meant to be at the Genovese’s Gala in just forty minutes, a prospect which was looking fairly unlikely at the moment.

“It’s fine, really,” Lydia reassured, but once more she was cut off, “I just have a few more things to-“

“Go,” Dr Jacobs told her firmly. “Hospital policy says you should’ve been off this site twenty minutes ago.” Lydia liked Dr Jacobs. They had an understanding between the two of them. She would be able to continue flitting off when she was required by the Genovese family, and he would turn a blind eye, as long as she continued to work hard and continue saving lives under his leadership.

Lydia finally nodded. “But the patient needs ten milligrams Actilyse and fifteen milligrams of-“

“-propafenone, I know,” Dr Jacobs finished for her.

Lydia flashed him a grateful smile, before leaving the girl in his capable hands and making her way along the corridor to the office she shared with others on the same pay grade as her. Here, she hung up her white coat and collected her bag before making her way towards the exit. As she followed the long hospital corridors, Lydia stopped outside room five hundred and twenty-seven before pushing open the door tentatively. Mr Myers was sat up in his bed doing something with his phone.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice a little lower than if she were talking to an ordinary patient. Because, in actual fact, Mr Myers was a man sent by the Genovese’s, requesting he was hidden within the system. He had a bullet to his abdomen that, although serious at first, he was recovering from well now. She had a feeling it was from a drugs trafficking operation gone wrong, but she didn’t know for certain. That was the whole point of her job. She didn’t ask questions, she just did as she was told and saved lives.

She exchanged a few words with Mr Myers before checking his stats and leaving the room. Finally, at half past seven she had left the hospital. The drive home wasn’t far, but with the current New York traffic she found herself stationary more than actually moving. Lydia was always late, to everything. It was a terrible habit of hers that she wished she could do something about, but never seemed to be able to overcome, no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, she reached her house.

Quickly, Lydia showered and blow-dried her hair out before styling it neatly into a low bun, slightly to the left of her head. She chose out a blue dress that she’d bought for the event last week and slipped into the tight, shiny blue material that clung to her curvy figure. Though they could barely be seen under the length of the dress, her heels were a dark coral pink, to match the jewels set into her large earrings. She reapplied all her makeup naturally, and once certain it was good enough, she left.

The journey to the Genovese’s wasn’t much quicker than the journey from the hospital to home, but she wasn’t too late, thankfully. That was one of the good things Lydia found about living in New York, at least it was fashionable to be late here.

“Name, please?” one of the bouncers enquired as she reached the door of the Genovese’s mansion.

“Dr Lydia Arden,” Lydia told them, unfazed by the security. She knew how worried Victoria had become recently about protecting her family, especially her children. This was only to be expected.

The bouncer stepped to the side to let her in. “Have a nice evening, Dr Arden,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” Lydia smiled, entering the house.

She attended plenty of Victoria’s parties, and so, was familiar with the faces that usually frequented them. Mostly it was socialites and the influential rich. But, despite how much Lydia saw of these people, she never felt entirely comfortable in their presence. She was aware they looked down on her, mainly because she actually worked for a living, and of course, because she wasn’t on the arm of a wealthy husband.

As she entered the large room where the main party had begun, Lydia spotted Dylan and Charlee standing together. Charlee had said something to him, and Lydia flashed them both a friendly smile. She was particularly fond of the Genovese children. She’d been present at each of their births and throughout their childhoods. Every time they’d got sick, she’d been there to prescribe them antibiotics, if required, or just to promise them they’d feel better soon. She’d even performed Charlee’s abortion for her, a memory of the children Lydia didn’t hold with quite so much affection. In a way, her familiarity with the children helped her with the fact that she didn’t, and now probably never would, have any children of her own.

Across the room, Lydia saw Victoria, stood talking to… Lydia looked again, not quite believing what she saw. Sienna Rose? She hadn’t been around for… Years. Crossing the room, Lydia went to let Victoria know she’d arrived.

“Victoria,” she greeted her with a smile, kissing her on the cheek, the familiarity of the friendship easily evident. Then, Lydia looked at Sienna. “I apologise for interrupting,” she told her, her apology genuine. “Sienna,” she greeted the other woman with a less familiar smile. They’d never been close, but she was one of the few others who had been around the family as long as Lydia had, and she was still pleased to see her, if a little surprised.

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“Candy, why don’t you mingle with the other guests? I’ll just say hi to my family.”
“But---“
“It’ll just take a few minutes.” He cut her off laughing. “Go on. I’ll see you in a bit.” Cindy pouted but sauntered towards the group of women by the windows. Linc walked briskly towards the stairs and climbed up the second floor. He guessed the meeting will take place in the library. He’s jogging past the rooms and stopped in front of a polished oak door. A closed oak door. He sighed. He’s not gonna be in this meeting and he wouldn’t dare knock. His Genovese pride wouldn’t let him. Linc exhaled slowly and smoothed his Calvin Klein suit. He tugged at his collar and adjusted his bowtie. He’d love to get out of his suit but he has to keep up with appearances. There will be other meetings. He will be involved in the family business, it’s inevitable. Like the waves crashing to the shore. It will happen. He smiled as he walked back to the party.

He spotted his mother, in deep conversation with Sienna and Dr. Arden. Her mother dressed in a moss green gown, exudes an aura of confidence and elegance. He’d talk to his mother later. He plucked a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and scanned the room once more. The crème de la crème of New York is in complete attendance. Anybody who is somebody was invited. He saw his siblings, Dylan and Shae standing together and he decided to come up and say hi.

“Did I miss anything?” he said by way of greeting.

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A voice suddenly spoke in Jess's earpiece. She'd forgotten that she had put it in before leaving the office. Her superiors in the office had a direct connection to it. She had to try hard not to jump. "Uh, Jess? There's a guy here demanding to see you. He's scaring the office workers. What do we tell him? He's FBI, anyway, judging by the heavy weaponry and the quite authentic looking badge." Jess had to try hard not to swear. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she just started talking, she'd be thrown out on the grounds of insanity. If she tried to cover her mouth, she'd only have one hand to hold the tray with. Which was freaking heavy.

She hoped for the best as she muttered under her breath, "Who is he?" It appeared her microphone was sensitive enough to pick her up, as the reply came in her ear. "He claims to be Special Agent Luke Hitch, new tactical leader." She thought for a moment, before mentally cringing. She knew that he was supposed to be arriving sometime soon, just... not this soon. "Yeah. Um, tell him where I am. And please warn him about scaring the office workers."

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"Agent Hitch?" The man who had just been speaking with Jess emerged from his office. "I'm Agent Murdock. I work with Agent Garcia. She asked me to inform you of her whereabouts at this present moment in time. Please, step into her office. It's possibly the most secure room in the office."

"She's at the Genovese gala. I assure you, she is armed and disguised to prevent recognition. I saw her disguise myself, it should be sufficient. She also has contact with us through a headset and hidden microphone." He held up the headset to assure the... much larger man that it wouldn't be seen. It was shaped similarly to those hidden hearing aids. "It connects wirelessly to a microphone. We are aiming to get her out as soon as possible."

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Dylan grinned as Linc approached. "Did I miss anything?" His older brother asked. "Not much. I think there was a mishap involving a tray of champagne in the kitchens a little while ago. I don't know, I was upstairs. But there was quite a lot of glass around and a liquid on the floor that definitely smelt like champagne." Dylan had only been two when they had been kidnapped, but he could vaguely remember Lincoln telling him that everything would be okay. That was the kind of thing that Dylan always remembered and would hopefully always remember, no matter what his brother did.

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Shae threw one arm around her little brother's shoulders. "Me? Miss a chance to dress up? Never." she told him, voice dripping with sarcasm. The ecstasy hadn't kicked in yet and Shae wanted nothing more than to blow the party and hide in her room. One look across the room at their mother and Shae knew it would be impossible to do such a thing. "Why aren't you enjoying yourself?" Shae asked Dylan. She could understand why he wouldn't be though. He was far too young and protected to be a part of the family business, and Shae prayed that even as he grew up he'd never be exposed to anything of the sorts. She'd only been four when she and her siblings had been kidnapped and she vaguely remembered the details herself. In Shae's opinion, Dylan shouldn't have to grow up facing things like that and she would do almost anything to make sure he didn't. Dylan and Shae were probably the youngest ones in attendance, which certainly could put a damper on things. There was only Jonah's business associates and older men and women to schmooze. Add everything up and it equaled an evening of certain boredom.

Caught in conversation with her brother, Shae barely noticed Dr. Arden flash a smile in their direction. Nonetheless, Shae returned it and continued socializing. Before Dylan had the opportunity to answer, Lincoln walked up. "Did I miss anything?" he asked his younger siblings. Charlee let Dylan take the reins and while he answered about spilled champagne, her mind wondered and her body relaxed. Shae wasn't sure if it was the beginning effects of the E or if it was Linc's presence. Whenever he was around, she'd always felt more relaxed - protected. She knew that her brother would never let a single thing happen to her as long as he could help it. He had been the one to keep both she and Dylan calm during their kidnapping. If there was one person she trusted on this earth, it would have to be Lincoln.

After Dylan had finished talking, Shae took it as an opportunity to question her brother about his date tonight. "So, who's the broad?" she asked, her tone defensive and weary. Shae was always concerned when Lincoln had a new girl on his arm. Her brother could handle himself in his love affairs, obviously, but the first girl to break his heart would get a not-so-nice visit from one Charlee Shae Genovese.

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Lincoln always knew he'd miss Shae and Dylan when he moved out of the mansion but he didn't know how much until this moment. Whenever Linc was around them, he always feels relaxed. And at the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd for anything suspicious. He remembered the kidnapping clearly and now that he's old enough, he vowed to protect his family. Dylan mention about champagne glasses flooding the kitchen and he can almost imagine his mother. Barking orders like a military general in her high heels. Poor staff. They probably cowered in fear.

"So, who's the broad?" Shae asked.

"Yeah. Where'd you find this one?" Dylan chimed in.

"No one you know." He chuckled. Candy was an intern at ESPN. She covered his fencing match and after the interview he asked her out. He'd been banging her since. Of course, he's not the kiss and tell type and that's just too much information. He also found out that his father is the country manager for a big liquor and tobacco conglomerate. He spotted Candy and the blond bombshell gave her a wink. Man, he'll be having some sweet Candy tonight.

"Dylan, can you change the background to black and the letters to white? " Linc said as he handed Dylan his iPhone. "I'm just trying out something so I don't overly strain my eyes." He added. In truth, its better for his dyslexia. He accidentally discovered it when he read the police decal on the side of the cop car. He was driving and he happen to at his side. His brain immediately identified the letters.

"Poppet, your dress has a conservative front and an obscene behind." He said in disapproval as he studied her blue dress. His big brother protective instincts kicking into gear. "And no champagne for you. You're underage remember? " Lincoln plucked the flute glass out of her hands and handed it to a passing waiter.

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Theodore Kinlan. The name was clear and boldly printed on the face of his fake ID. The driver’s license from New Hampshire had an outdated photo of him on it, his hair shorter and better kept. He looked happy, smiling to the point that the photographer had allowed him to. It felt like he was looking at a stranger. When he dropped the ID onto the glass top of his desk, the former Genovese techie looked up into a mirror hung on the wall opposite him. His cheeks were sallow and his complexion pale. His eyes were dark, evidence of his recent bout of insomnia. His lips were cracked and his hair was longer. He swallowed then, sighing and turning to his computers, the dual set of monitors up and running. His phone remained face up in front of him, next to the old ID. He knew that Jessica had decided to go undercover into the mansion, something he had been particularly against. She had been to see him the day before, pleased that he was walking unassisted. His physiotherapist had cleared him. He was finally healthy. He could breath without an inhaler. When he had washed up on shore he had had water in his lungs. Three of his ribs were broken, as was his right elbow and left ankle. He had stress fractures in his shins and in two vertebrae. His neck had been torqued and he’d had a severe concussion. How he was alive he didn’t know. No sooner were all the screws in his broken joints and everything else set had he lapse into a violent case of pneumonia. He had been hidden far away from the city all together since the day he had been found. The CIA had in fact been the one to air lift him out. There was no documentation within the FBI that he was alive. Whenever he contacted Jessica his messages self destructed and re-routed themselves endlessly. He was off the map so far as any of them were concerned.

Tonight was the first night that he was back at it. He plied at his keyboard for a moment before setting into hacking, his fingers rushing through the keystrokes at a rapid fire pace. A minute later and he was within the Genovese’s internet provider’s servers. He routed his connection through to the mansion, finding himself at a brutal fire wall within their security channels. He needed eyes within the mansion. He needed to be able to warn Jessica if someone appeared to recognize her or follow her. He checked his phone again then. Quickly then he started again, initiating a program to hack through the firewall. It started and rolls of code automatically scrolled through the window before disappearing and suddenly he was in.

Leaning forward, Theo initiated every camera he had access to. Phones went live, and with two strokes he disabled any sensor light that would show a user their own technology was being used against him. Any phone or laptop using the house’s man network became a camera for him and thirty windows popped up. He transferred them to a second screen, glancing over them before maximizing one in particular. Dylan’s bedroom.

Theo sighed, moving his hand to the mouse while his left tapped in a control algorithm, allowing him to shift the camera mounted on top of Dylan’s monitor. As he peered down he saw the robot that the youth had been working on for months. It was nearly complete, the primary circuit board exposed to his line of sight.

For a moment he paused, looking down at his phone again. Minimizing the window he scanned the others, frowning when he saw no sign of Jessica through any of the possible camera options.

He pulled up his email then, knowing she had her phone with her.

“Gone to eat?” he tapped in, sending it immediately after knowing that the program would cover his tracks. Jessica would know that he wasn't actually asking her about food, but where she was. Then he opened a second window and hesitantly he tapped in Dylan’s email.

“Message from a friend,” he typed first. He knew that the youngest Genovese would likely try to find the source of the email, or worse put someone else knowledgeable about IP address tracking on the task. “Secret,” he added then before concluding, “double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

It was a trust exercise. Nothing dramatic but it was about something Dylan cared about.

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Jess grinned at Hitch. "I'd appreciate if you didn't send a fully armed team into my office. The poor office workers are terrified enough as it is." The grin didn't last long. It was replaced by a different expression, a mix of weariness and frustration. "And I wasn't trying to get information. I'm guessing you heard of Frank Karpathy's accident." She made quote marks in the air with her fingers. "I had to try and tell my agents. Frank was minutes away from finding out who the mole in the operation was. They had to know as soon as possible, for their own safety. I got clearance from my superiors within this department to get myself in there, as long as I got myself out of there as quickly as I could." As she spoke, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, reading Theo's message. "Gone to eat?" She understood the message perfectly. It appeared that he could get into the house's camera system and was wondering about her location.  She opened up her own email and typed a quick message. "Had to get out. Murdock had a gut feeling, and our new tactical leader was scaring the office workers." She sent it, before swivelling back to face Hitch.

She could vividly remember the night she had heard of Theo's death. She had been in the office late yet again, preparing notes for a lecture a friend had asked her to give. She didn't have access to as many case files at her apartment, so she had decided to finish up in her office. The phone had rung, and as was customary to do when a phone rang, she had answered it. Ten minutes later, after she had hung up, she had been swearing loudly, so loudly the office workers had brought in coffee in the hope that they could find out what was wrong. Guilt had plagued her constantly. She had been constantly in and out of meetings, trying to balance managing the case and persuading the superiors that her case was still viable. She hadn't slept in the twenty four hours or so until she had gotten that call. She hadn't slept for approximately another thirty six hours as she had tried to straighten everything out. But relief and determination had gotten her through. She was glad Theo had pulled through. She had been genuinely fond of the techie. And he hadn't estranged himself from her. They had kept in contact, and he had agreed to keep working with her. She had gone to see him yesterday, pleased to see that he was finally walking unaided and was beginning to return to full health. He still wasn't his old self, though. It was probably to be expected, but Jess hated it. She missed Theo's old, bouncy, bubbly, slightly irritating personality and the energy it injected into the room.

"So. If we're going to be working together, there are a few things you need to know about me. I work late a lot. I don't expect you to work the same hours as I do. However, I would appreciate it if you make me go home when I'm here when you leave and I'm still here when you arrive in again. And if I ask for coffee, don't argue. If you're busy, send one of the office workers for it. I get extremely, extremely crabby when my caffeine levels run low. Ask any of the office workers. I've been known to throw stuff at them when I've been particularly stressed and when my caffeine and sugar levels are low." She grinned. "Anything I should know about you?"

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Dylan took the phone, his mind already trying how to figure out how to change the text. "It would be much easier if I had my laptop..." He murmured to himself. But his fingers started flying over the keyboard, typing in commands. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he became dead to the world. He started to think in code, and a few tricks that Theo had taught him came to mind. He tried them, and while they didn't solve the problem, they made it one hell of a lot easier to straighten it out. He typed in a few more commands, then smiled in triumph. He handed the phone to Lincoln. "If you want to try out any other colours, just let me know. It's just a matter of changing... Never mind." Dylan couldn't help but think that Theo would have understood what he was about to come out with.

His eyes probed the room, looking for the new techie, Jacqueline Siqueira. He wanted to get to know more about her and was hoping that she, like Theo, could teach him more. He took a mental note of her location. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out. There was a new email from an unknown address. Instinctively, he would have put it in an isolated folder so it couldn't infect his phone and would have scanned it on his laptop for security risks. But the subject line caught his attention. It read;

"Message from a friend"

He frowned to himself, typing in a short command to try and trace the message. There was a moment's pause, and then an error message popped up. His frown deepened. Theo had taught him that command. Only the most secure networks were protected from the command. Dylan allowed a small grin on his face. Anyone on those networks was a friend of his. But he still wasn't prepared to throw caution to the wind. He typed in a few more commands, ones that he knew should reveal more about the nature of the message. The only one that turned up anything was the mini scan for malware. It showed the message as clean. He still would have preferred to do a full scan on his laptop, but curiosity got the better of him. 

“Secret. Double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

He frowned. He was puzzled as to who exactly had sent the message. Someone who had evidently been into his room, had knowledge about robots, and knew how to avoid his commands. He typed a reply.

"Who is this?"