Taking another sip of his drink he almost spills some of it as the buzz sounds from under his seat. Shocked at first, then a little angry at himself for not checking out the booth first. One would not live long in this world if one continues to make mistakes like that. His sense would not be happy. Reaching underneath the bench, he pulls out the tablet and opens it. Watching the montage, he remembered instances where he helped his employer with a few jobs similar to this. Glad that his employer was one of the good guys, liberating girls who had been sold via the international slavery ring. Remembering how many of them, although rescued were never same again.<br/><br/><strong>"Ivy! No..no...Not you Ivy!!,</strong>" the look of distress and fear in his eyes. His heart missing a beat as he feels it being ripped away from him. The worse scenario he imagined coming true.<br/><br/>Never one to show his real feelings at least that opening among strangers, the look of object horror is displayed on his face. The tablet starts to shake, a mirror to his feelings. "They got my sister." Butcher looking at the screen, notices the girl with the powder blue scrubs having the same looks like the man before him. Although of smaller frame and at this time seemingly more vulnerable, the family resemblance is unmistakable.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, he opens it again steeling himself as he studies the footage. Buring details in his mind.<strong>"I have to take this"</strong>. Turning to face Butcher, knowing he will be at a disadvantage but nevertheless<strong>"They got my twin sister".</strong>