Eliot was looking forward to a little R&R, the last job had been physical exhausting for him. He needed this time to himself, to reflect and refocus. Nate had promised them all three weeks off, he had tentative plans to travel but nothing was set on stone.

He was sitting back with a beer and a sandwich, getting ready to watch a football game when the chime of his doorbell disturbed him. Pulling out his phone, he checked the camera over his front door. Swing he jumped up, going to the door he yanked it open.

"Come in! What brings you to Boston Vance?" The two men walked over to the couch sitting down.

Vance handed Eliot a folder. ""I'm going to get straight to the point. I need you to retrieve and protect someone for me. There's been a threat made against my family."

Eliot held the folder in his hand, he'd do anything for Vance. "Is it your kids or wife?"

Vance smiled at him. ""No, it's Faith Elizabeth my sister."

Eliot frowned at Vance, he'd heard stories about Faith. She was nothing like her older brother. She was wild, spontaneous, and a free spirt. She never stayed in one place very long. He didn't want to say yes, because she would be a pain in the ass to find and protect. Eliot was pretty sure she would protest and try to run at every turn.

"I'll go find her, and keep her safe."

A look of relief washed over Vance's face. "You have no idea , how much I owe you for this. She's in New Orleans. She performs in a Burlesque show at a bar called Southern Lights. You'll find more information in the folder."

""Does she know that I'm coming and why?"

"No, I feel the element of surprise is best."

""I'll call you when I have her." The two men stood up, walking towards the door. Vance took out a thick envelope, handing it to Eliot. "I'm not taking your money."

"Please, Faith can be difficult, take it and use yourself some beer." Eliot took the money, but had plans of getting it back to Vance.

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Eliot looked at the picture of Faith, she looked like a whole bunch of trouble. Long brown hair, green eyes, and sun kissed skin. She was a only five foot tall, she was curvaceous, Faith Elizabeth Vance is one beautiful woman. He continued to read more information about her, rolling his eyes, Vance had neglected to mention that he'd taught her how to defend herself. It was very likely, he'd get down there, and she'd kick his ass.

He was raised never to hit a woman, he'd have to come up with a way to subdue her. Hoping that his southern charm and good looks would work to his advantage. Reading further, he smiled at a line scrawled in Vance's handwriting. Do whatever it takes, to keep her safe Eliot. So she knows I sent you, the code word is Passat.

He had her home address, phone number, and car she drives. He went up stairs packed a bag, calling the airport to get a flight to New Orleans. He called Nate, letting him know where he was going. He headed to the airport, hoping that everything went smoothly but had a feeling that it would be anything but smooth.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the stage Lady Fe!" Eliot sat up in his chair as Faith stepped onto stage starting her routine. The crowd around him, was cheering loudly for her, she was obviously a favorite. He watched as she played to the crowd, dancing around the stage, walking towards the edge of the stage, she winked at a couple of men.

At the end of her routine, she left the stage, checking his watch, it was nearly two in the morning. He needed to talk to her, get her home, let her pack a bag, the head back to Boston. Walking towards the dressing room, he was stopped by security. "I'm here to see Faith, tell her that her brother sent me."

"Wait right here!" Eliot waited outside the door, looking around, feeling unnerved. The guard came back, frowning at him. "What's the code word?"

"Passat." The guard lead him back to the dressing room. Faith was sitting at vanity, taking off her make up. He slowly approached her. "I'm Eliot Spencer, your brother sent me. I need you to pack a bag and come with me."

She turned to him frowning. "I need to make a phone call!" Eliot watched her get up, and walk away, he followed her, wanting to stay near. "Michael Quinton Vance, you have some explaining to do! Why didn't you call and warn me? I would not...I've been here for three years. I can defend myself, you taught me! No, I'm not! Kicking and screaming! Fine, and I hope you warned him! I love you too!" She stomped back into the dressing room, glaring at him. "I have some shit to wrap up, I'll be ready to leave in the morning! You can sleep on my couch!"

Eliot had a feeling that his life had just become a living hell. He watched as Faith, grabbed her bags and left the dressing room, he followed close behind her.