<span style="font-style: italic">Thank Santa Maria that the ceiling tiles had been chosen because they could stop a bullet from ricocheting. Carlos stands up when hears a thunk like a body hit the floor. He looks to the young child sitting on the table. If he didn't know better, he would swear up and down that Antonio is Ethan's son. "How about after i get bad lady there tied up and stuffed like a turkey we have some ice cream?", he asks after taking a deep breath.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The goon won't let anything too bad happen to her. After all, he heard that the boss wants the senorita for himself. About the time that Richard starts thinking along those lines is the time one swift well placed blow leaves him out cold on the floor. He still locks Lunara into the windowless bedroom.</span><br/><br/>Ethan arrives a few minutes later at the grave yard. It felt like it took hours to get her. Even if this doesn't go well, Carlos had informed him that they now had leverage. Ethan had also had tracers put on most of his rivals vehicle. He would use it if he had to. The syndicate mobilize like a well trained combat unit, backing their boss who had dawned a kevlar vest in the car. "Alright Perez. Let's get this over with," he calls out, staying within the protective circle of his own men.