The sky darkened as the blonde man turned his face towards the heavens. "Hey Calliope, I have a favor to call in!" he shouted upwards, hands on his hips. Without waiting for a response, he continued, "I need someone to give me some information about a certain albino boy and I heard you were the one to talk to. That you were a part of the Muses." A minute passed as the sun continued to sink. A brisk wind tousled Mello's perfectly even locks. It was surprisingly cold for late April in Nevada. Especially for a skinny man barely covered by his skin-tight leather vest. He was getting anxious. Where was that damn girl?
He spoke again, raising his voice against the electrical hum of the industrial park, "You know you owe me for pulling strings in New York for you. I need that information!" Mello sighed. "I better hurry things along then," he thought to himself. "Or, if you're not willing to help me on your own..." Mello lowered his tone, "there are other ways of making you cooperate..."
He drew his handgun from its usual, albeit dangerous, place in the waistband of his leather pants. Scanning the desolate parking lot, he noted all the places she might be hiding.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him. "I know you're not going to shoot," Calliope stated, "You need me. I'm the only one who knows the story". He turned to face her, a shocked and perturbed expression on his face, "Why did you take so long!? I do actually have things to do." Calliope gave him an annoyed glance. She hadn't changed much since he had seen her in the city, same long blond hair and lithe figure. And of course, the trademark cold, grey eyes that all of Zeus's kin carried.
"What do you know about Near's location?" Mello inquired. "He's in LA. Probably looking for you. Mello, I think you should stay away from him. He's dangerous and looking for revenge. I have a horrible feeling that if you two meet, it won't end well for you."
Mello snorted. "I don't need your advice Muse, just your information. Now LA is a big city, do you have a more specific area?" Calliope thought for a minute and then answered, "Try the Toy District. It seems like a good fit for him." With a harsh and sarcastic laugh, Mello dismissed the young girl.
"Oh and Calliope?" he paused, "If the Muses get anymore information on that twit, be sure to contact me. You know how." Calliope nodded and slipped between two large buildings covered in pipes and surrounded by industrial equipment.
"Alright," Mello muttered to the evening, "guess we're heading to LA."