Internally Sam winced, clubs were a tactical nightmare. The mass of people, loud music, and constant movement were going to make it difficult to keep as close an eye on Yuna as he'd like. They were also going to hassle him at the door for his firearm and knife, two things he was never without. A bit begrudgingly Sam stepped into the vehicle, a large blacked out SUV that he had decided might have more armor than most humvees, but an unpracticed eye would have no idea.<br/><br/>The driver made Sam nervous. He had known too many drivers in his day like this one, brash and stupid. "At least the vehicle was armored..." The thought gave him some comfort, but he buckled his safety belt anyway. As soon as he slid into the seat next to Yuna, he felt his phone begin to vibrate violently... his work phone. Digging it quickly out of his pocket he answered.<br/><br/>"Yes sir, Mr. Aketsu?"<br/><br/>"Mr. Anderson... How is my daughter?"<br/><br/>"She is fine, sir. After the small incident earlier everything has been uneventful."<br/><br/>"Yes, the incident. The boy is dead now, you may tell Yuna."<br/><br/>Sam felt a shiver go down his spine, the casual way in which Mr. Aketsu told him of the boy's murder was unsettling.<br/><br/>"Of course sir."<br/><br/>"Keep her safe, Mr. Anderson, I'm sure you haven't forgotten our agreement."<br/><br/>"No, no sir I haven't."<br/><br/>"Very good."<br/><br/>The phone clicked in Sam's ear as the line was disconnected and he leaned back in his seat, a small frown turning down the corners of his mouth. "That was your father Yuna, he wanted me to let you know that your classmate is dead."