We watch from across the road as Shaw's wife hides the money package under the park bench before walking away. We shouldn't have to wait long before someone comes to check on it.
In fact, it's just five minutes later that a man in a business suit comes and looks under the bench and takes the package away. We start to follow him, keeping far behind him but not so far that we lose him.
He makes his way towards the centre of the city where the uprising is taking place.
"Stay inbetween us," John mutters as gunshots echo around us. I nod but pat the inside of my jacket to make sure my pistol is accessible.
We somehow manage to keep track of him amongst the chaos. As we reach the most dense part of the fighting, the man in front takes a call. He continues to walk but at one point looks behind, clearly to check he isn't being followed. His eyes sweep over us so he doesn't appear to have seen us. I see him say something to the other end before turning back around and changing direction, heading back out of the frey.
"Taking it straight to Ricoletti?" I ask and dad nods.
"It would appear so."
We walk for another ten minutes through a rabbit warren of streets before we reach a shady looking area. The man disappears inside one of the houses and we stop at the end of the road.
"Right Sherlock," John says, looking around. "We need a plan." Dad's eyes flicker around the street, measuring up the houses.
"I've got one," I say after a moment. "It isn't ideal but it should be fun." After explaining it to them they reluctantly agree.
"We'll be outside if you need anything," John says. "If we hear any trouble we'll be in straight away."
"Nah," I say. "It'll be fine. See you in a sec." I turn away and walk towards the house the man disappeared inside. I eye the window as I approach and the men inside see me and come to the door. "What've you done with my father you bastards?!" I demand.
"Get lost, little girl," a burly man with heavily inked arms replies in a thick accent and attempts to shut the door.
"My mother paid the money, now give me back my father!" I say, putting my foot in front of the door to stop it from shutting. The two men look to each other before dragging me inside.
"If you want to see your father so much, little girl, you can stay with him. We can get double the ransome that way." Brilliant!
"Get off of me!" I scream, struggling against their grip but they're too strong. So far so good.
They lead me to the back of the house before one of them relaxes their grip on me and bends down, reaching for a hook in the floor.
"We have a gift for you, Mr Shaw," the man says. "Just as a little thank you for your wife paying the ransome." As he lifts the hatch in the floor up, I jump up, still restrained by the other man, and kick the first head over heels. I then throw my head backwards, hitting the other man in the face and surprising him enough to let me go. Reaching for my gun, I shoot both men in the shoulder before bending down and helping the banker up out of the hole.
"Good to see you, Mr Shaw," I say as he blinks in the sudden daylight. "Now if you'll excuse me I have an exit plan to work out."
The gunshots have alerted the others who make their way into the hallway. The front door bursts open and dad and John charge in, taking a man each.
"Get him out," dad calls and I nod, putting an arm around Shaw and ducking in and around the fight ensuing. Before we reach the door, however, I notice the package half open on the table in what I assume was originally the living room and dive inside to get it. Another hand grabs me from behind as I tuck the money inside my jacket and I grab hold of it and twist it around. As I face him, I kick him in the stomach before letting him go and turning back to the doorway and running out, pulling Shaw along with me as he waits in the hall.
The street is deserted so I don't have to worry about more henchmen coming from different directions. I usher Shaw behind me as we back against the stone wall outside the house, slightly shielded by the tree in the front garden. The door opens and I wait as I hear the footsteps and hushed whispers. It's not dad and John. I step back around the hedge and make the most of their momentary hesitation to shoot them in the knee. Seconds after, John and dad emerge from behind, walking quickly away. Dad is sporting a gash down his left cheek but it isn't deep, barely a surface wound. Otherwise, they look fairly untouched, if a little ruffled in appearance. All in all a pretty successful rescue mission!