Meanwhile , after Noah got to the hotel from the dinner , he was shaken from his encounter with the infamous Johnny Gat. He stumbled occasionally ,dropping his keycard as he trembled taking it out. Picking it up , he noticed in the reflection on the door handle , a figure was behind him. Turning around there was a rather militant looking person standing behind him ,arms crossed in a defensive position.

"Noah Silverton." The man spoke , a surprisingly impatient and calm voice spoke. Noah stammered but managed to get out a response , a yes. " I witnessed your uncomfortable dinner with the two hooligans who so called ' run this town'. You may know them as the Saints. I'm here to make an offer of peace for you. " The man spoke , a small smirk adding itself to his features. Noah shook his head.

" I don't need peace. She does. The - the BOSS or whatever she's called. THey've obviously BRAINWASHED her or something. SHe wasn't like this when I knew her." He spoke , back pressed up against the door to his hotel room , fear beginning to subside from his system. He truly believed this lie. That Sala wasn't safe , that she hated being in the saints. THe man nodded behind darkened shades , leaning against the wall. Crossing his arms , he seemed to have been taking mental notes , asking a question in return. "So you believe that she's in need of help. There is evidence suggesting otherwise mr. Silverton." Noah wasn't having it , running a hand frantically through his hair he then proceeded to wring his hands. "Who are you anyway?" THe man produced a card from his shirt pocket. It was small and grey with darker grey writing , the logo of a deers head was on one side. Noah nodded his head looking at the other side. "Ok. I'm already sold. When can you help me?" The man grinned, " Lets talk in your room."