Mica waited until the door to the small office swung closed before he turned around. "Giovanni, I believe you've been in contact with the Foreign Investor, have you not?"<br/><br/>Giovanni blinked, cleared his throat, then said, "Yes sir, that is correct."<br/><br/>"Excellent," Mica said. "And she informed you that an associate would be arriving to recieve your report on how the Raven's Nest has employed her resources, yes?"<br/><br/>"Ah, erm, yes sir, its right over here." Giovanni strode to one of the filing cabinets in the room, unlocked the top drawer, then walked his fingers through folders until he found and withdrew a manila envelope. He turned around, and extended his arm to hand the envelope to Mica.<br/><br/>Mica took it, opened it, pulled two sheets of paper out of the envelope, then stood in place as he looked over the lists of information on both sheets. After a moment he nodded, put the sheets back into the envelope, then reached into his pocket for a lighter. "Your reputation for organization precedes you, Giovanni, and you don't dissappoint." Mica flicked the lighter aflame, set fire to the envelope, watched it burn until the flames approached his hand, then tossed the curling ashes into a metal bin next to the door.<br/><br/>Giovanni shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he watched the envelope burn. "Everything is in order then, sir?"<br/><br/>"Yes, everything appears to be in order, no thanks to Shailen, I'm sure." Mica replaced the lighter, then pulled a cellphone from his pocket to send a message. Then he replaced the phone, and looked up to Giovanni, and asked, "Do you have any questions for me, or requests?"<br/><br/>"Requests, sir? No, sir. I do have a question for you though." Giovanni watched Mica nod, then asked, "How is it working for the Foreign Investor?"<br/><br/>For the first time that evening, Mica smiled. "I wouldn't know. The Foreign Investor works for me."<br/><br/>Giovanni's eyes went wide. "Then, err, you're..."<br/><br/>"That's right," Mica said. "If you have any requests of the Family, do not hesitate to ask. I know you have small children, and raising children is expensive. When the next shipment comes in, you may take ten percent of the profits."<br/><br/>Giovanni lifted his eyebrows at that, then he nodded his head in gratitude. "Thank you, sir, you have no-"<br/><br/>Mica cut him off. "I do, actually. Welcome to the Family, Giovanni." Mica extended his hand to shake, and Giovanni took it. "Now then, I have other business to attend to this evening, so I will leave the Raven's Nest in your capable hands. Please be sure to burn the rest of those records, it wouldn't do to have them lying around. Also, you should be getting a call soon..."<br/><br/>The silenced cellphone in Giovanni's pocket began to buzz. Giovanni pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the name of the caller, then nodded to Mica and turned around to take the call.<br/><br/>Mica paused for a moment, looking at the photo of three smiling children, two of whom needed braces. Then he turned, pushed the office door open, and strode back into the bar.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~+~+~​</div><br/>Rishon, still beaming, watched Shailen squirm uncomfortably in his seat, trapped between the two men on either side of him, with the stain spreading through his pant legs. Rishon paid no mind to the events occurring on the bar stools, until he heard a tell-tale gasp. He looked over just as the blonde stumbled, and his eyes locked onto the man as he slapped the woman's face.<br/><br/>"Ooh, Daddy, you're so big! I've always wanted a big, strong man with mommy issues to tune me up. How about you come over here and sit on my lap and we can negotiate limits."<br/><br/>Rishon rose from the booth, belying his question and his request. He strode toward the man, holding his hands out in what looked like a conciliatory gesture and ignoring the vitriol that continued to pour from the man's mouth. In one smooth motion, his right hand flashed up into an uppercut that connected with the underside of the man's chin, then he side-stepped the buckling customer and used his other hand to deliver a vicious blow to the man's kidney. The man barely had time to wheeze before Rishon had clasped his hands together above the man's back and slammed his joint fists down at the base of the man's neck.<br/><br/>The misogynistic customer collapsed into a choked, groaning heap on the floor, and his associate began to rise from the booth behind Rishon.<br/><br/>"Stop." The voice of absolute authority rang out through the bar, and was backed up by the barrel of a gun. Mica stood just outside the doorway to the office, with his weapon trained on the customer coming up behind Rishon. "Rishon, pay the man."<br/><br/>Rishon tossed a beaming grin over his shoulder at the frozen customer behind him, then turned around, walked up to the table, picked up the pile of cash sitting in front of Shailen, then walked over to the man on the floor and dropped half of it over the man's back. Then he turned his eyes to the blonde and held the other half of the stack out to her. "For your trouble."<br/><br/>Mica strode from the back corner of the room to stand behind Shailen's quivering form, with the gun still trained on the customer. "It's time to cut your losses. Pick up your garbage and leave."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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