<ul>Despite everything, the woman found herself shaking her head, her voice equally as firm as his. "No, don't be ridiculous, I can't let you do that." Lilly was beyond allowing Amsu to be a martyr. Who knew what those people wanted with him and what they would do once they had him?<br/><br/>"I'm not doing business with a...with a fucking cult, Amsu," The curse word felt strange in her mouth, uncomfortable. "That's not why I wanted to meet you. I'm not here to convince you to walk into some trap, I'm here to better understand why they might want you so that I can piece this all together and inform the police when they raid their headquarters."<br/><br/>Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a few bills for the bartender, paying for both her drink and Amsu's. Slowly she stood from the bar stool, "I don't feel safe talking here, I don't know who this group of people are and where they have ears."  Glancing around, she briefly eyed him. "Do you think we can go to your car to talk? There's a few things I need to show you. Maybe you will understand them better than I can."<br/><br/>Before they could leave, however, she reached for his arm keeping him still for a moment. "Amsu, please give me the truth. People's lives are at stake here and I'm putting a lot of trust in you right now, that I hope I don't end up regretting."<br/></ul>