Her relief affected the room when he gave Derek the veiled order. It was almost nice to see her so happy. Cole also chose to admire her new-found need for his favors, even if what she needed from him was to do as little as possible. Her sensitivity was enjoyable to both, the way she couldn't keep from making such honest, primal sounds at every squeeze. Natural breasts, too. She'd fetch quite the price from the right buyer, if he intended to expand on his novelty trafficking. Most enthusiasts wouldn't bother with the heat, but those that thought they could paid out the ears for law enforcement.<br/><br/>She was beautifully chocked by what he wanted from her. He'd say he was being rather reasonable. It wasn't like he treated her worse than any junkie that needed him. So far, she could well afford the price of his digital silence. He liked having her open the door for him, and made sure she knew it with his grin, but then lowered his head to play the dutiful subdued criminal while she ushered him out. "Whatever." he replied to make their relationship believable, but before he went through the doors, he winked at her, and fixated on her chest to make her remember where his hand had been. He didn't expect her to have forgotten, anyway.<br/><br/>Later that night Carlton visited with his guardian angel, and Cole winked when the lost son returned to the family. The blue eyed leader was nestled in a cheap couch in an old warehouse, drinking expensive liquor. It was well passed midnight, after all. "Wise!" Cole shouted not long before Carlton had passed the threshold, still with a way to go before reaching the back of this large open space, where Cole and his libations were. His guards were also reclined in some way or another, jackets bulging with their preferred firearms, and women entertaining themselves with the exclusive fair, whether it was powder or liquid. The music had been turned down for Carlton's benefit.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to loosen Wise's lips on what he'd learned while he stood in front of the table by the couch, hands gathered, visible, submissive. While the show seemed friendly for any of the new girls, the men did not partake in the lively, one-sided banter. The undercurrent of the conversation became clear when an overzealous pretty made her way over to Wise, and attempted to pull him along. His look of fear and warning sobered her, and she was quick to find the farthest corner of their assigned area after that.<br/><br/>Cole was mostly interested in when Detective Grey had poked her head in during Wise's interrogation, and how familiar the two lawmen had seemed. It made the leader laugh and that in turn made Wise cower. Wise wasn't a small man. Even in his too-large jacket he was intimidating in his square frame, but his posture dripped of caution at ever move of Cole's hands. Once the heftier male had recanted what he knew in all the details and vivacity of someone who wasn't even fit for look-out Cole waved his fingers at the table.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright. Enough with that shit. Come and get high, or drunk, or fucking off, I don't know. Wipe that seriousness off your face, man." Cole insisted. This seemed to bother Wise the most, and he shook his head, paler than Lyra had been at her list of demands.<br/><br/>"Y-you're not going to punish me?" he asked, surprised, terrified.<br/><br/>"Nah. Who the fuck has time." Cole posed and leaned back far. A girl they all knew as Samara brought him his glass and watched him drink it as she sunk to her knees by his legs, hands out at his fliers.<br/><br/>"B-but Sir. I messed up. Please. Just hurt me, not my family." Wise insisted.<br/><br/>"What? What kind of monster do you take me for? Your kids are hoots." he said while Samara rolled out an offensive limb, already half filled. For his athletic build, Cole had quite the beastly equipment. She coaxed it stiff with her breath and tongue. Nobody was sure if Samara even got paid to be so enthusiastic. Cole didn't even look at her as he took a second sip. "And your wife's almost as good as Sammy here." he added. The men laughed.<br/><br/>After a few more attempts from Wise, he took matters into his own hands and bowed low until his knees were on the same floor as Samara's. He proceeded to throw his forehead against the concrete without the benefit of the rug that the olive-skinned, pedigree hooker enjoyed. It would seem excessive, given Cole's earlier protests, but the leader didn't object now, mouth parted in enjoyment of either his man's self-inflicted reprimand, or Samara's mouth, or both. He fed her what she was sucking and tonguing for by the time Wise stopped moving. She swallowed cleanly.<br/><br/>"Alright." Cole said and threw the glass to a girl who yelped, but was still able to catch it. She looked around in panic for the bottle Samara had used. "Clean him up, get him home." He reached inside his pocket while he was zipped up, and produced a sizable roll of bills. "Put this in his jacket and tell him we're cool."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Built on the same diet of fine particulates and high alcohol content, Mr. Reiker was much deeper into the fog by the next night. The Tire Fire Club had held an auction of sorts for which criminal element would be its protector, since it resided in something of a thrice shared zone. Reiker had won the bidding with red spill and green cascades. He could live here if he wanted to. For the occasion, he'd worn a tanktop cut low to show off the red ink on his pale body, it's lengthy muscles shadowed well in the club light. Boots bought worn. A watch worth a life. But no jewelry to speak of.<br/><br/>While he'd forgotten most things, brushing by bodies that didn't really understand they were one false step away from being the target of a contemporary reaper, he hadn't misplaced Lyra in his mind. Her name, as he'd promised, was on the list, and he'd requested to be told when she came, so she could be sat down in the private lounge where he'd join her.