<ul>After hanging up, she called her assistant over, setting out a list of instructions for her to follow. It was best to rouse as little suspicion as possible, as it was the only way that she could guarantee her writers' safety. The man on the other end of the line had promised they would be protected until the transaction went through, and that was all she could hope for now until she could talk to Amsu.<br/><br/>Finally, she left the office and hailed a cab to take her to their designated meeting spot. In her hands, Lilly checked and rechecked her recorder to see that it would work. She was nervous, but this time for a wholly new reason from the last. <br/><br/>Right as scheduled she appeared at the bar a half an hour later, and entered within. It was a swanky place, with red velvet couches, dim atmospheric lighting, and smooth music. As casually as she could, the female made her way over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, crossing one long leg over the other. <br/><br/>He would be here soon, and all she could do was pray that the right words would come to her.<br/></ul>