"More then likely, your father is a fairly powerful name in the entrainment industry. That side, if they've one of his kids it'd mean they'd have a in for making whatever propaganda they feel fit." Alisa raises her eyebrows at me. "Henry, you know more then you told me on the phone." He sighs as he carefully swabs the girls arm with cleaning rub. "Yes, I do I didn't tell you on the phone because I can't be sure they're not tamped. That aside," He gently puts the needle in and presses down watching the silver liquid slip down into the girl's arm. "I've got a fairly good idea of what's going on but not a who or why yet." He pulls a bandage from his draw and puts it on her arm.<br/><br/>"As for you, I want you to call your father, tell him that 'the godfather' needs to see him. Don't worry about what it means he'll know." In truth Henry hadn't told the whole truth he'd done more then a job for her father he'd down a few jobs and told him one day he'd need a favor. It was just by chance his last name was famous for a mob movie. His handle was well suited because of that and the fact he was mostly Italian.