As they ate and conversation went on between the two of them, Devrim would occasionally look over from his food and pay attention to isabelle as she spoke. Talking about the party from the night before, as well as the events of the current day. Devrim wanted to take Isabelle out and show her some of the things he does in the day. Perhaps starting with a trip to the Nightclub to get some business done. Around midday he’d take her for some lunch and then see what happens from there. First they’d go to the warehouse. While Isabelle got ready he would get the work he needs to do there done. As they finished breakfast off and got up, Isabelle offered to do the dishes. Devrim gave her a smile and nodded, giving her a soft ‘thank you’ as she took his plate and made his way to his room. He began to get ready for the day. As he opened the closet, Devrim wondered what to wear and ultimately went with a slim black suit and red button up shirt. He After he was fully dressed, He made his way downstairs and found Isabelle was finished with the dishes. As soon as they were ready to go, they made their way to the warehouse. As they went inside, Devrim told her to get changed and come back to his office while he worked on some things and that they were to leave as soon as she was ready. Devrim stepped into his office and opened the computer, getting some work done as he awaited her return. Once she had stepped back into the office, Devrim casually glanced in her direction. He looked back to the screen and then back to her as he took in her look. He almost fumbled over his words, which was weird for Devrim. He’d never really lost his composure like this before.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"That, well, uh. Yeah. That, yeah. That works. Looks good."</span>He nodded with a smile on his face. His eyes glossed over the heels she wore, making their way up the stockings and the leather skirt. His eyes then wandered over the red shirt she wore, peeking into the criss crossing section of the shirt and quickly going up to her lips and eyes. He gave her a smile and looked back to the screen in front of him. Isabelle had a smirk on her face, and a slight blush on her cheeks. Probably from the way he had just stared at her just now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Right. Now to the Nightclub.”</span>He quickly closed out of the computer and stood up. They made their way out to the car and then towards the Nightclub knows as The Eclipse.<br/><br/>As they made their way to the Nightclub, they conversed a bit. Devrim pulled into the alley behind the Nightclub and made his way into a parking spot. He looked over to Isabelle, who had begun to shift a bit. He looked around and realized that this was they alley that they had met in. Devrim sighed and looked back toward Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Hey, You okay?"</span>His tone was a bit worried. She glanced around a bit and replied that she will be fine and they both got out of the car. Along with their car, there was a large moving van there as well. As they neared the backdoor, Devrim pulled it open for Isabelle and once she was inside he stepped in as well. They had just stepped into a hallway with a few rooms on either side. There weren't many people here at the moment, as they were busiest at night. As they made their way deeper into the Nightclub and came out to the main area, there were a few crates in the hall. A few of the men and women moving around the room looked over. A few said 'Hey Boss' or 'Hello', and Devrim greeted them back. He opened up on of the crates and pulled out one of the many items within. This crate was a crate of Mini Uzis. He looked at the gun and then back over to Isabelle. He tossed her the unloaded weapon and crossed his arms, looking at her expectantly. He watched with an approving nod as she took apart the weapon and looking it over, then putting it back together again and handing it over.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Good, good. You've seemed to learn much in this past week."</span>As he set the weapon back into the crate a man walked over to them. He wasn't part of the Infantry, but Devrim recognized him. Giving him a smile and shaking his hand, the man was part of the delivery of these weapons. The right hand man of the leader of the group they had just bought these from.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Thank you for bringing these around."</span>Devrim told him. The man nodded with a grin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"The first of many. We'll be seeing you again soon."</span>The man and a few other men that had been with him made their way out of the Nightclub.<br/><br/>As they were taking in the new stock and were having it moved to the moving van behind the Nightclub, one of their messengers rushed in and walked over to Devrim in haste.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Boss,"</span>He was out of breath.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"The packaging building on 43rd was hit."</span>Soon after, Devrim and Isabelle made their way to the location and saw a broken door. Devrim pulled a gun out of the glovebox and handed it to Isabelle. He then pulled a pistol out from under his seat and stepped out the car. They didn't know if there still were people inside. Devrim hid his gun in his coat as he neared the door, in case there were any wandering eyes keeping an eye on the place. As he stepped inside he pulled the gun out and listened as he walked through the small building. There was a gate which led further inside. The latch was broken and the guard sitting on the other side had been riddled with bullets. There were a few bullet casing littered along the ground. Devrim silently stepped further in and kept his gun in front of him. As he got the the back room where they kept their goods, he saw a few more bodies on the ground. Deeper into the room behind a table Devrim heard a soft groan of pain and walked over. There were no enemies inside. One of the packagers inside had survived. Devrim rushed over and put pressure on the wound. It wasn't a serious wound, and the man would make it. Soon after, a few more men showed up as well as clean up. They'd need to get the place cleaned quick. Devrim leaned against a table. The men had looked around the streets surrounding the place and couldn't find anything pertaining to who could've orchestrated the attack. Devrim looked over to Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You're good with tech."</span>He said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You think you can see what the CCTV around the building saw?"</span>He knew this was probably a stretch but he needed to know who was behind this.