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Naoko seemed startled and nodded her head, quickley ducking out of there before she called on some bouncers to drag her out. What she really wanted to do was take a hold of that biznatch's collar and drag her into the backalleys where she would then proceed to kick her little tush. COPS! Naoko hated them.

She noticed Connor and then saw the back of Dante's retreating form and decided to sneak up on him. The surprise was ruined whne her phone buzzed loudly with is text. She moved in for the kill and kicked him in the a** before he could turn around in surprise.

Being the size that he is and her not putting too much effort into it, he barely stumbled from the impact of her foot on his buttocks. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"I was trying to scare you." Naoko whipped out her phone and read his stupid text. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

Then it occured to her to ask what kind of 'fun' he wanted.

"Killing fun or the other kind of fun?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at 'other'. But she already knew. it was the killing one. Darn. (This is her face: -______-)

(^_____^ Just wanted to create some more sexual tension. YEY! for sexual tension! ^_______^)

Looking out into the traffic Dante wasn’t paying much attention to the world around him until he heard the obnoxious buzz of a cell phone close by swiftly followed by a kick in the a**. Turning slowly a smile crept along his lips turning his violent predatory side into something else completely. Chuckling lightly when she admitted her plot even the death of Switch was not enough to tame the lover inside him.

Watching her every move, she may be his boss but as it is with him, she would always be a woman first. Watching her laugh and wiggle her brows at him only caused his flirtatious way to increase as he gave a real laugh “Well mon amour if that is an offer the day is still young.” Leaning against the brick wall he with his best ‘lets go to my place’ look it was always worth a try with him. Many men set standards of the type or style of woman they could get. Dante had a single standard, beautiful. “We could have a roulement dans le foin”

Despite his calm appearance, it was more a rouse than anything. Being part of what he was, Dante was ready to move or attack in a moments notice. It was how he stayed alive. How he could walk away from women to go and kill someone. It was how the previous leader and older members had raised him since childhood.

An old fashioned bicycle was peddling it's way down the streets of LA. It was a vivid red in color, with a large banana seat and a basket in the front, full of objects of various sizes and shapes, covered in cloth. The man that pushed the bike along was not much to be seen, especially in a town full of people like this. His hair was the most noticeable feature, silver blue in color and looked as natural as silver hair really could. The silver hair fell over pale blue eyes that peered over a pair of glasses. The dark rings under his eyes were so staunch that you might think he was wearing eyeliner at first, but it could just be the contrast from his pale skin and pale colored features that made it appear that way.

He was wearing a casual suit shirt and pants, as well as a tie. These things should have made him appear professional, but they didn't really. They were so ill fitting that they hung off of his tall slim form and swayed every time he moved. His feet were bare, but not dirty, his nails were clean and neat, both on his hands and feet. The expression on his face was blank and odd.

He was heading for an alley somewhere, to do something. That at least he was sure of. Once he arrived at his destination, his attentive eyes slid around, memorizing the details of his surroundings. A black car had been following him, but then, he already knew that.

Stopping the bike at an easy breaking pace, the man put on toe on the ground to balance himself and fished a pair of slippers out of the basket. They had to of been white at one point, but were now dingy with age and were in the shape of two adorable rabbits. He slipped them on and put down the kick stand. The black car had stopped about a block away, the figure inside watching him carefully.

In a slouched, sliding, lazy looking walk, the man approached the crowd that surrounded the crime scene. His eyes darted ahead, predicting the movement of the crowd based on their current positions and he moved through it quickly and hardly touching anyone, no mean feat for such a tight crowd. Watching him, the man in the car thought it was odd how he moved, sometimes forward and sometimes backward through the crowd. He wondered if it were really necessary.

Ducking under the police tape, he entered the crime scene without waiting for permission. A surly police officer who had been charged with keeping the crime scene secure after one woman entered earlier in the day approached the man and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, but you're going to have to leave. This is a secure area. Someone got knocked off here just a while ago." The man stared at the policeman's hand on his shoulders, his blank expression twitching, just a bit. His eyes slid up to meet the larger man's.

"How apt you phrase that. Knocked. Like on a door." his eyes slid around the crime scene once again. "Is that a technical phrase?" he inquired, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as his eyes darted from detail to detail. The policeman's face reddened and his grip tightened.

"Look, a*****e, you're gonna have to get out of my crime scene before I throw you out of it, do you here?" a vein was bulging in his forehead. He had been given a lot of s**t today and was in no mood to take it from this clown. The police got no respect from anyone nowadays!

"Oh," the man said, amused. He shrugged out of the larger person's grip and turned to leave. "I'm done here." he said dismissively. This further enraged the policeman, who gave the man a shove, causing him to fall outside of the no cross line, taking down some of the police tape with him. A satisfied smirk came across the policeman's face, but the other person merely stood, brushed himself off and walked away. He was slightly displeased, but the brash guard had not caught the look on his face, it was utterly subtle. He returned to his bike and straddled it, took off his slippers at the same time as starting to pedal. He made a big turn and then rode towards the car, bracing his foot against it as he stopped.

The window rolled down.

"I told you that you needn't follow me," the man stated. From within an irritated voice came.

"Jensen, I was told to keep you secure. Someone thinks that gray matter you have between those big ears of yours is valuable and quite honestly, as you've shown here, you tend to piss people off! My people don't want you killed. I don't think the Japanese or the Egyptians governments, or mine for that matter, would be too pleased if that happened and that would be my neck on the line! I've got a family to take care of. Can you please get in the car? Hey! Where are you going!?" Jensen had already took off down the street, having grown bored of the man talking.

"Detective Bradley, you are a simple person, aren't you?" he muttered as he took off, Bradley in the black car followed.

Casilda watched the crime scene for a moment. The scene between the boss and a cop was highly amusing, but that was really all that was of interest. Basically, one of there own was killed, and they were going to avenge him. Well, she wasn't too sure about the avenging part, but that's what they always did, so surely that's what would happen again. She gazed at the crime seen for a few more minutes before crawling to where she could get down from the roof undetected.

After she had scuttled down a ladder Casilda made her way towards the boss and Dante. She smirked as a plan formulated inside her head. They were conversing, so she could very well sneak up on them. Grinning now at her plan Casilda snuk behind the two.

"Hi guys!" Her head popped up between the two and the grin remained on her face. It was not easy to scare gang members, but Casilda hoped she had succeeded. If not, oh well, she could always try again some other time.

"So, are we killing tonight?" Casilda asked, becoming more serious. That was one thing about her. Casilda's emotions could be changed in the blink of an eye.