The joygirl smiles as she plays with her phone and stands putting on her jacket. She retreives a motorcycle helmet from under her booth and carries it to pay her tab with a little pep in her step. She hands the bartender a 20eb note and waves off the change before heading outside. Damian and Butcher are now the lone patrons in Tammy's Tap and the bartender is the only other person in the place.<br/><br/>There is some typing on the other end of this chat and a response flashes to the screen.<br/><br/>"I can't make promises, but I will do everything in my power to lead you on the right trail to get her back." There is a slight pause. "I might need a good doctor someday and her grades reflect a promising future in medicine. I just need to know if you two are in or out."<br/><br/>It's very hard to judge someone's character from the internet, especially in a 1990s era chat window. But admitting they are afraid of whomever is at the end of this rainbow does seem to strike you as true. Exposure of there activities seems to be the main focus of your benefactor's desires, but if it rescues these missing girls, and your sister, then it at least an undertaking worth considering.<br/>