He sat in a dimly lit bar. He folded the newspaper he'd been reading on the bar counter, considering his next move. The lieutenant was alive. She had his face, and his name, albeit, just his first name, but his name none the less. He picked up his mug of beer. This meant another trip into Central just to finish up business. Had it been done his way, a good old shot to the head, or the heart would have ensured her silence. All this leaving her to die shit was, well frankly, bad for business. She could wait another few days though. It'd be easier to get her when she was released from the hospital, knowing the one in Central, it'd be crawling with Dogs in uniforms. Well, he could have more than a few days, he had A LOT of fun. He snickered at the memories. Speaking of which he hadn't had any fun for a few days. As he thought this, the bar door opened, sending an unpleasant splash of sun light into the dark room. In walked a girl, maybe 16. By the look of her out fit, a short little skirt and barely there top, the little slut was asking for it. Well, he was up to answering it.