Michael listened to the planning with grim determination, waiting for his part of the plan to be laid out. When he heard it he was simultaneously excited and very nervous. On one hand he was being given a very important job from the Don himself, but on the other hand rested his beautiful sister. Both parts of it made him excited and nervous, for very different reasons. He was excited from the job, nervous to mess it up. He was always excited when he got to see Caty, but the nervousness was new. He had no idea what the Don would do to her, but Michael trusted his word. He nodded, doing the only thing that ever crossed his mind here.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Of course Don. It will be done, one way or another." <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">After they hammered out a few more details, which cops would be best to bribe, who would need to go where for meetings, ect. the meeting adjourned and Michael left the offices, looking at his watch. It was ten o'clock already, and the drive would take him at least two hours. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><i>I don't have to be there until her classes get out at three, so I might as well get my rest. </i></span>He went to his car, a small red two-door with a back seat and decent interior, and drove to a nearby hotel. He certainly didn't want to deal with his father right now, and thankfully he always kept a small getaway bag in his car with some clothes in it so he didn't have to go home for that. When he got his room key he went up and fell face first onto the bed. In the last agonizing days since he had found the evidence he had gotten very little sleep, but maybe tonight would be different. Michael closed his eyes and tried to drift off, sleep staying just out of reach as he tossed and turned. Finally, blissfully, he fell asleep but his dreams were no better than when he was awake. Filled with images of his father, and , more importantly, his sister. Caty was always there, running but just out of reach no matter how hard he tried to catch her. When he did catch her, she looked at him and all she said was some random shit in Russian.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
He started awake, checking his watch to see that it was going on 4 AM. With a groan he fell back and tried getting more sleep, but it proved more elusive than last night. Michael sighed and went to take a shower, getting ready before heading out to spend the day driving to, and in, Poughkeepsie. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><i>I really hope this goes well, because otherwise I have no idea what to do.</i></span></span>