<i>Once in his office, he gestured for Sam to sit, then sat himself behind a big, old, oak desk, unlocking and pulling out a side drawer, he produced a file folder and handed it across to Sam.</i><br/><br/>"Everything you need to know is in there, the leader, some of the key players, few missing persons reports, likely places of operation. Clothes are over there... You sure you want to do this?"<br/><i><br/>
Knowing the answer, he was already picking up the phone to make the calls he needed to. Getting a specialist to implant the GPS chip in her, a Mage to heal it completely so there'd be no scar or wound, and some of his crew to monitor the chip and her as much as they could. Once everything was done and she was ready, he'd drive her out to near a spot where recently a alarmingly large number of girls had gone missing. Not all street girls either. He'd rather be able to watch her personally, but he couldn't risk being seen, even if it was a slim chance he'd be noticed. So he stopped a few blocks from the spot, where he'd wait and watch a tiny dot blink on a screen.</i><br/><br/>"Watch your back out there, girl. If you get so much as a whif of trouble, get your pretty little ass out of there. And if this dot stops blinking for any reason, I'll be coming. Remember, you owe me a drink for dumping my whiskey."