After asking her if she was able to see what the cameras saw, Isabelle said she'd have to grab her laptop from the car. Devrim gave her a nod as she disappeared for a few moments and then returned to the room. After a few minutes, more men began to show up at the building and began to clean up. After a mere 20 minutes, the bodies had been moved out and the blood had been cleaned up. The place was almost spotless and they'd been there less than an hour. It was impressive what you could do with the proper resources. By the end of the day, this place would be good as new and they'd need to find a new building to get their work done in. It's a good thing he had people that were good at finding discreet locations to set up properties like this for them. Isabelle had been working on the CCTV footage, saying she'd be better able to work once they got back to the nightclub. Isabelle told him a bit of what she had found so far. She had asked if the clean up could be done faster. Devrim sped them up accordingly.  Once they were ready to go, they made their way to back to the nightclub.<br/><br/>As they parked the car and Isabelle took off inside, Devrim shortly followed. As they came into the mostly empty nightclub, save for the few boxes of weapons left in the main room and the people moving them to the moving van outside, Isabelle had set up her computer in the VIP lounge. She kicked off her heels and sat on the sofa. She was so dedicated. Devrim admired that about her. This woman he'd plucked out the street after she had been attacked by the scum of the earth. She was now wholly dedicated to helping him find who had made these transgressions against him. If they hadn't just come back from a bloodbath, he might have smiled. Instead, Devrim walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink. Nothing too hard, just something that would keep him there. For the next hour or so, he talked to the other men and women in the nightclub. Telling them what to do and where to take things. He'd look over through the glass that stood between him and Isabelle. Watching those eyes trained on the computer like a hawk. He could see her computer. All those stickers on the outside of it. What was it covering? Maybe it had been damaged. They could get her a new one. That would be easy. Afterwards. He'll do that afterward. As Devrim gazed at the laptop, he could see Isabelle's leather skirt scrunched up and exposing her leg further than it had before. His gaze following her leg down to her bare feet and then back up. Devrim closed his eyes and turned away. Pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose as he sighed.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">Devrim, focus...</span></i>he told himself as he soon heard the voice of Isabelle flutter out. She found something. Good. Devrim quickened his pace as he walked into the lounge. "What you got?" he asked her as he sat down beside her. Peering at the screen of her laptop. She showed him the images of two cars, explaining they had fake license plates. Also an image of a few of the men and a warehouse. All this in around an hour? Damn, she was good. One of the males had popped up. A Shaun Ibis. Hmm...He knew the name vaguely. He had a file somewhere in the Warehouse office on him and some possible associates. She asked if he needed anything else. No. This was more than enough.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"This is perfect, Isabelle. Thank you."</span>He said to her and nodded. He looked her in the eyes as he said it. He meant it. Devrim stood up and looked over at her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Let's head back to the Warehouse. We've got to devise a plan."</span>Devrim said and looked out the VIP area. He saw that there were no more boxes left in the main room. The van was ready to depart. Devrim waited for Isabelle to get up and get ready to leave before making his way outside. He told the van to go ahead of them and opened the door for Isabelle. Once she was in the car, he made his way to the driver seat and then drove them back to the Warehouse.<br/><br/>Once they returned, He told Isabelle to get ready for a meeting with some of the other members of their group. Some of the higher-ups. He thought it'd be good for her to attend something like this, especially as someone with her skill set. She'd probably be able to give them insight on some topics with her computer skills that they wouldn't be able to find out otherwise.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Wear something comfortable. Who knows how long we'll be in there. First, come to my office. I might have something for you to work on beforehand."</span>He said to her as he walked back to the office. As he walked inside to a cabinet, he came face to face with a ton of files. He wasn't the most organized when it came to matters like this. Devrim spent the next 15 minutes sifting through the files to find the one on their man. Shaun Ibis. He pulled a small file out on him. It mostly related to known and suspected associates. He'd have Isabelle do some research to present to the group. It was a bit short notice, but he believed in her. He set the file before the seat that was in front of his desk as he picked up his phone and began to call those he trusted to the Warehouse. There were 3 of them in total. They handled different aspects of their organization. After he was done contacting them, giving them 1 and a half hours to show up which he thought was adequate enough. He settled in his chair and leaned back. Closing his eyes as he thought about what had happened today. It had only gotten to about midday and everything already went to shit. His mind wandered as he could feel himself relax a bit. A stiffness in his shoulders slowly coming undone.