Leone found her room rather quickly, and unlocked it even quicker. Her eyes scanned the room as the door swung inward, the walls were plastered in wallpaper that looked as if it were ripped straight out of the early 70's. The room was barely furnished, a queen sized bed dominated the center of the room while a television sat on a small dresser pressed against the wall opposite the end of the bed. a small mini fridge sat under a microwave on a small kitchen counter. The faucets in the kitchen and bathroom dripped every so often. Leone tossed her bag onto the bed while she shut and locked the door. Letting out a heavy sigh she stepped over to the end of the bed and plopped down.<br/><br/>"God, this room is disgusting", Leone rubbed her eyes with her hands. She reached back and grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her lap. She tugged at the zipper, pulling the bag open. She didn't have much stuff left, her clothes were falling apart, and her boots were worn down. She'd need to get more money some how. Letting out another sigh she pulled out clean clothes and a bar of soap so she could shower.<br/><br/>"I hope they have clean towels in there". She let out another heavy sigh as she stood up and walking to the bathroom, latching the door behind her.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>A man with a black ponytail sat behind a desk with a monitor in front of him. His face was scarred and his eyes were focused, he bit his lower lip as his eyes scanned the monitor's information. The left side of his desk was covered in pictures and knickknacks from various times. Most remnants from the desk's previous owner. One picture sat almost alone on the right side of the desk, the only item allowed to sit next to it was a white and black smith and wesson .45. The man's hand idly reached and toyed with then guy while he continued to read. He let out a sigh and looked up passed the monitor and onto the man who stood opposite of it. His eyes traced down to the stack of papers in the other man's hands, before looking back at the man's face.<br/><br/>"Tanaka, we have the reports in", the man shifted his position to reach over the monitor with a stack of papers in hand. "The pharmacies are doing better finally, the local gangs have stopped trying to force them to pay protection money". Tanaka reached up and grabbed the papers, skimming through them rapidly.<br/><br/>"Good, that means we can continue on in peace." He leaned back in his chair and placed the papers onto his keyboard. "Was there anything else"?<br/><br/>"No that was all". The man stood straight and waited for a response.<br/><br/>"Thank you, be on your way now". Tanaka dismissed him with a wave of his hand. He turned his chair and reached up to close the shutters before the sun peaked over their forest's tree tops. A forest covered mountain covered their home on one side but there was that 6 hour period of time where the sunlight hit them. Tanaka looked around at the two people standing guard on either side of the doors. "Let's keep up the good work, and keep making the people healthy". Tanaka stood up and walked to the door, taking the handles in each hand. "Let's give the rest of the family a nice good morning". He smiled pulling open the double doors. He stepped into the hall that led into the center hall.