When the elevator opens up, Tzahala realizes that the troll she'd seen on the road is, somehow, even bigger than she'd realized. He literally has to hunch over in the elevator to keep from popping his steel-plated head against the ceiling, and it looks like he's duck-walking when he steps back out and into the foyer. For a moment, his eyes look around the room with the vague madness of a cat whose been trapped in a corner by a rabid dog... but then they settle on Tzahala, and some degree of control - and perhaps confusion- settles in around his bloodshot irises.<br/><br/>"You're... um, naked?" From where she's sitting, Tzahala can hear the hum of an old, beat-up processor as the troll's augmented brain tries to get his drug-addled organics to catch up. "I mean, you're Sao, right? The one who handed us that dumb-ass who liked to play rough with his girls? T-T-T-Tisha says you've got a bit of fight in you... And we could use the outside help."<br/><br/>For a moment, he looks at her as if waiting for some sort of response... but before she can even open her mouth, the big man swings full-on into his pitch. Seems that a group of the fists, including a lieutenant by the name of "Dr. Teeth," had traveled to the docks in Overtown to pick up a new shipment of "supplies" for Little Havana; but as they'd traveled back, they'd had to pass through a Grey Zone. And while normally, the Jacks know to stay well away from Fists cars and Fist business... they had also figured out that that made the Fists get too comfortable, and lazy. No one had been prepared for the ambush, and the next thing the Fists knew, their cars had been hit in a full-on hurricane of gun-fire.<br/><br/>The shipment may very well have been lost... but as of his last comms check, Dr. Teeth was still alive, if badly hurt. The Jumpin' Jacks intend to ransom him back to the Fists... but the higher ups in the Fists don't intend to let the Jacks add insult to injury. They had a meatball doc who could keep the lieutenant alive... but they needed someone to pull him out. And they needed to do it in a way that it couldn't be traced back to them; because if the Fists are seen reciprocating, there could very well be a full on war. And a gang war meant bad news for all the folks who had made their lives so nice and cozy in Little Havana...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Boss pulled some strings, so you'll have support from some KE guys; they'll come up from the keys, and they'll bring KE gear. The way they see it, a notable bust from the Jacks means bounty money for them; and the way we see it, if a hostage gets lost in the chaos of a raid, it doesn't come back to us. He'll just have to keep his head down in LH once he's home..."