Isabelle paid attention for the remainder of the meeting, silently taking in what Devrim was saying, as well as taking the time to check out his lieutenants. Allowing her to come to this meeting was a pretty big deal, he was letting them know that he trusted her as well as giving her a chance to prove herself to them. As the meeting came to an end, Isa stood up and followed Devrim from the room. She gave him a nod<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“ No problem. Good night” </span>she then headed back to her room within the warehouse as she once more curled up for the evening with her computer. Over the next few weeks, Isa found herself spending more and more time with Devrim, he would take her to the movies, restaurants, other nights she would just spend curled up on his sofa watching shows and talking. As much as she didn’t want to admit it she was beginning to fall for him.<br/><br/>As well as spending time outside of work, she had found herself getting more and more involved in the business side of things. A few days after the meeting her screen had begun to play up on her laptop, the next day a shiny new laptop and phone were on her bed. After making sure that it was once more protected like Fort Knox she had got to work, with a new laptop she became unstoppable. Setting up defenses for the whole compound, she quickly set herself up with a new id fully backstopped. If she was going to be involved in the business side of things she would need to appear to be twenty-one to work within the nightclub. She had managed to prove herself to most people within the organization, becoming the face of the nightclub, when she wasn’t working on something for Devrim she was at the club running most things, both on the legitimate front as well as the background activities.<br/><br/>It was while she was at the club that she would be approached one evening by a suited male with an envelope in hand, as soon as it was in her hands he had disappeared back into the crowd of the masses parting within the club that evening. Isa thought nothing of it until she had found a free moment and stepped out into one of the VIPs booths to check on things. The package slipping from her computer bag as she began to set things up. Slipping the package open she froze for a moment as a photo fell to the ground. It was her, the old her. When she only 15 with her first boyfriend tank and a few of his friends, all the faces were crossed out but hers, her hand moved to the pistol which was rucked into the side of her pants hidden by her jacket. She had become a lot more comfortable with the weapon and she spent multiple hours a week at the shooting range. Finally, she managed to fight off the fear which settled on her as she took out the note with numb hands.<br/><br/>Isabelle. We have something belonging to you, we’ll set him free if you come to us. After all our issue with you. When the phone rings answer it and follow the instructions. Any involvement of anyone else, We will kill him.  Attached to the other side of the note was an image of Devrim, tied up and bleeding. Isa let out a gasp at the sight, she hadn’t seen him all day, leaving him this morning at the warehouse while she came to the club to finish a deal up. She was tempted to call him when the burner phone began to ring, the image of Devrim at the front of her mind she answered, raising the phone to her ear. Ramon’s voice greeted her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“ Isabelle.. It's been a while. Listen closely, lose your guards and head out back at the end of the alley there is a Blue BMW waiting for you, get inside. When you are in the car I will let your friend go. No weapons, No Phones and No computer. Understood ?” </span>Isa was silent for a moment before he rose his voice and asked once more<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff"> “Understood ?” </span>Isa bit down on her bottom lip<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Yes” </span>Ramon’s voice was filled with approval “Good day, you have three minutes to get to the car” before he hung up.  Isa let out a curse before she packed away her laptop and slipped her gun, and the package into her backpack before hiding it under the sofa in a hideaway compartment, the only people who knew they even existed were Devrim and his lieutenants. If she had taken the time to think she would have no doubt came to the conclusion that Devrim was safe and the image was nothing more then a photoshopped photo, but she didn’t have that time. Fear and need to help him drove her forward, she would never forgive herself if he was hurt because of her mistakes her past. He had helped her so much.<br/><br/>Throwing off her heels she darted from the VIP area using the back entrance so the guards wouldn’t see her, she knew where every camera was in the place and she made sure to miss them all, except for the camera on the main door at the back. It was impossible to ignore that. She ran out her bare feet upon the pavement as she rushed towards the blue car at the end of the darkened alley, she slipped inside the back seat to be greeted with a gun pointed at her head. But it wasn’t the gun which made her reel back it was the person holding it. Before her sat Matthew, she knew he didn’t like her he hadn’t hidden that fact over the last few months but she didn’t understand. He smirked at her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“ Surprise. Ramon sends his regards”</span>at that he reached over and smacked her across the end with the butt of his gun, Isa falling limp and darkness fading around her eyes as she passed out.