Lexi was taken aback with Mr. von Engels’ stern tone. She went to refill her glass with crown and coke and then stood behind her chair, leaning on it with her forearms.<br/><br/>“Mr. von Engels, I seriously doubt I’m in any position to interfere with your day job. I’m a simple girl who works in a shithole job. I just want a pay check, good books, Crown, and a good lay once in a while. I am not trying to be involved with anything complicated, yet here I am.”<br/><br/>She saluted him with her glass and took a sip.<br/><br/>“Tell me what to do to help and I will do that. You want me to mind my own business, consider it minded.  I know nothing about intricate third world dealings and to be honest, I don’t really want to. I never knew this side of Sid and I have worked for him for three years or so. I’m just a tiny piece of litter caught in a floodtide.”<br/><br/>She looked at the amber liquid in her glass.<br/>“Wow, this is good. I am beginning to become a poet. On serious note, whatever Neo thinks is necessary for us to work undercover, I’m willing to try. I have a feeling that I’m not getting out of this unscathed and I would rather die trying than to die waiting for the other shoe to drop.”