<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/></strong><br/>She didn't notice Paco looking after her and shaking his head, almost as an adult. He was sad she didn't understand.<br/>But Susan was a determined woman. And she soon found the address in Little Havana. It was an unused warehouse, but at the door wasn't some beat cop. No, these were some big guys that looked like bodybuilders who really got to abuse substances increasing the muscle mass.<br/>She approached them.<br/><br/>***<br/>The first punch struck a white guy's mouth just as she was entering. Blood splatters probably reached the men in the first row near the cage, Susan suspected - the man who dealt the punishment looked and was built like Tyson. Except he was much less skilled, because the guy obviously wasn't done with.<br/>Then the gong for the beginning of the fight rang, and the two really went at it. The one who got struck was young, tall and nimble. He was currently backpedalling to gain time, and throwing jabs at the man who had just sucker-punched him before the beginning.<br/>"John" approached her, his familiar smile squarely on his face and a gun's handle sticking out from behind the belt buckle of his pants. He was in the process of covering it with his sweater.<br/>"Me allegro de verle, Doctora!", he grinned. "How about 200 bucks for the night's work? The show's free, of course", he continued in Spanish. But then he bent over towards her ear, and his voice grew serious.<br/>"You only have to deal with the ones that might die if you don't help them... and you tell me if someone's going to die later. In this case, I'm going to dispense them some... healing".<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><strong>Emily</strong><br/>Frank studied her face, than sighed and drew his hand in front of his eyes.<br/>"Yeah, Emily, I'd be glad if you did", the words came hard. "Sure, picking him once isn't going to help Sam... but if you could get him to talk, that would be useful! He's impressed with cars like yours, indeed".<br/>He rang the school and instructed them that a colleague was going to come and get them.<br/>***<br/>The school was a nice one, with good fence and some guards that looked competent, Emily couldn't help but notice.<br/>Sam and Chrissie, on the other hand, looked like day and night - definitely not brother and sister. And only Chrissie looked like she belonged there, with simple yet elegant clothes that showed only enough skin to make her look...interesting.<br/>Sam looked like he belonged in a rap gang. Wannabe criminals, actually from middle class and above, angry at their parents... yeah. One of those would fit.<br/>And of course, she was going to interrupt a discussion... only good thing was, she got close to them and was able to overhear a bit.<br/>"Yeah, and I'm telling you, I'm not staying here to wait for Pa's latest conquest to pick us up!"<br/>"He's not like that", Chrissie tried to defend their father. "He'd never cheat on Mom! Besides, Emily isn't like that, either! She could have picked up the boss inste... oh, good evening, Miss McPherson!"<br/>Obviously, she couldn't remain unnoticed all evening. But now Sam was turning to stare at her, and he didn't seem friendly. The boy probably wanted to go wherever he used to go, and see his friend, or friends.<br/>And he didn't look like he was bristling with desire to tell her their names, even if she desired to carry out the task Frank had asked her.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><strong><br/>Morris, Kelli Morris</strong><br/><br/>The boy looked like a, well, normal 19-years-old. Except his eyes were icy blue, and he was a natural blond - a sight that was becoming increasingly rarer in Miami. Even rarer in "Little Havana" area, where the SubWay was located.<br/>But endangered species or not, he was a paying customer. And he was waiting for her in front of the fast food store with a paperbag in hand. Tom- yes, his name was Tom, she remembered it now - gestured for her to open the door and hopped inside. Then he grinned with a boyish smile.<br/>"We're late, missus, but I got you a lil' somethin' to eat. Would you drive? Third street from here, go left".<br/>Before she had the chance to answer, he added with the same smile.<br/>"500 greens, missus. I want you to drive that car for me tonight... but some people might need hurting. You ready for that?"