Mike had turned around the second he heard her yelp out, and it was all that he could do to not run over there and show the little upstart who was boss around here.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Okay Catie, let's just go. It will take us a bit to get there anyway."</span>He reluctantly turned back and walked with his sister, going out to the car and heading to the warehouse.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><b>6:25 PM, Friday April 17, 1964<br/>
New York, New York<br/>
The Docks, Warehouse 27 B<br/>
</b><br/>They pulled up to the warehouse, a nondescript place where the only sign that it was being used by wealthy people being that it was in slightly nicer condition than the rest of the ones nearby. As they got out Michael was very nervous. He had no idea what the plan was for his sister, and frankly he didn't want to know. But he was afraid he was going to find out anyway. He escorted her into the building, heading for the Don and Ilario. With a nervous smile he waved to them. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Hey there Uncle, Ilario. How are the two of you doing?"</span>He did his best to seem casual about this, even though it was a little unusual given the circumstances.<br/><br/>Ilario cheerfully went over and clapped Mike on the shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"I'm doing good, and this must be the lovely lady that I've been hearing about."</span>He gave Catie a warm smile and held out his hand, oozing confidence and poise.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"How are you my dear? The name is Ilario."</span>