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Its a Sweet Fair at Durem and Lace has convinced DG to let her go. But there are dangers out there and it will be the Ace's job to protect her, and enjoy the fair if thats possible. Be as discrete as possible no causing a scene.

The Assassins ,if there are some, will be silent. So be on the look out. If Lace gets injured the Boss will take it out on your hides.

Raz, Keela and Val, having nothing better to do, were tagging along with Req, as she was their only translator. They'd shifted into humanoid shapes to avoid drawing attention to themselves, but Keela had to wear a thick coat to hide the spikes that kept sprouting out of her arms. Sometimes it's hard to keep them in check. Val looked left and right at all the cakes and candies and arched an eyebrow, tapping Req on the shoulder. <> he asked in their native tongue. <> Req answered, sighing. She felt entirely responsible for the failure of the last mission, and had been laying low ever since. Raz smacked his forehead. <> Req turned a withering glare on him. <> Raz huffed at her but didn't say anything more, and they all continued following Lace through the crowd. Val pulled the collar of his shirt up over his nose, the thick scent of sugar making his head swim. <> he mumbled, blinking tears out of his eyes as his keen sense of smell was attacked by the saccharine aroma of an open oven loaded with pastries. Keela nodded. She liked a nice tart as much as the next person but this was too much!

Raz jumped when he saw the girl run into Lace, as if he was about to lunge. Keela held him back with the power of a gentle hand on his forearm. <> she said in a soothing tone, one that she had learned to keep Raz's violent tendencies in check. <> he answered, his eyes flicking back and forth quickly. Something just didn't feel right, just like when there was about to be a rain of explosives over the trenches back in the War, he had an uneasy feeling, like something was about to go off in his face. Val was uneasy as well, unlike Keela, he put a heavy stock in Raz's sixth sense for trouble brewing. As a result, he was tense and apprehensive and generally silent, worrying his lip in his teeth. Req forged onwards, her eyes trained on Lace and the area around her, eyes narrowed with focus. They probably stood out as the only people not enjoying themselves, but altogether, the four of them felt as if a forboding air was stewing over the fairgrounds.

The little girl blinked and looked up at Lace then smiled. Her front tooth was missing.

"My Daddy is over there at the cotton Candy booth! I'm okay"

To Req this little girl seemed Familiar.

"Beth?" Came a mans voice who walked over to her holding two cotton candy cones. He had short shaggy black hair, he was thin dressed in a red sweater vest and a white button up shirt the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. He had a messenger bad over his shoulder and wore a pair of black slacks. Then he looked up at Req and she reckonized him. It was...Owen.

"Beth what did I say about running? You'll hurt yourself and someone else silly girl"

"Its Okay Daddy! This nice lady helped me"

He looked up at Lace and his eye's widened for only a secound then he smiled.

"Thank you. She's full of energy"

He smiles and picks up his daughter. And looks lace up and down.

"Hah Thank you she takes after her mother"

Beth grinned holding her cotton candy.

"Thank you for the compomalent"

"Its compliment honey"

"Okay!"

<> Raz asked quickly, turning on Req with eyes wide. She'd sketched a picture of Owen in recounting their fight. <> <> Val stated, crossing his arms but following anyway, his eyes fixated on the back of Owen's head. <> <> raz growled, his hands twitching. Keela touched his arm again. <> <> Req commented. <> Keela nodded. <> Raz snorted. <> Keela made a face and turned a pleading look to Req, who hurried to catch up with Lace. "Miss Lace, you're likely to lose us if you keep darting about like that, yeah?" She smiled warmly at the girl and then turned her eyes on Owen, her expression changing slightly. She kept the smile, but to a keen eye, it would be seen as an obvious fake. "Who's your new friend?" She would think Owen would recognize her. After all, their hands had been up-close-and-personal with eachother's innards.

whee "Common let's go! I still want to see the cake winners, and the gingerbread competition will be shortly!" and she was off talking a mile a minute about all the things at the fair. Grabbing Owen and dragging him along by his arm with his daughter trotting beside her.

"Paisley-Joy," she answered when he asked her name, smiling back, trying to keep the challenge from her eyes. As he was tugged off by Lace and she sw him look over is shoulder, Req felt the tips of her spikes prickling under her skin. She bristled, following resoloutely. <> Keela commented from behind her. <> Req gritted her teeth. That smarmy git with his assholious handshake. <> Her lip twitched with distaste. Keela kept silent but rolled her eyes, knowing this was going to be a long day. Req's eyelid twitchd now and again, and Raz knew from personal experience that she was picturing all sorts of hideous ways to kill the man. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards and he caught up to her, Keela and Val a few steps behind. <> he asked, baiting her. Val and Keela were no fun for conversations like this, they'd tell him to cool it and try NOT to think about mutilation for a moment. <> Her fists were clenched but her tone was even as she said all of this, and he laughed. <> She nearly growled. <> Raz whistled in awe. <> She fumed silently for a moment before he asked, <<..."Paisley-Joy?">>