Parker wasn't gone long. The security for the owner's office was a joke. Still she didn't have enough time to study the information she took, so she just swiped it for Hardison to analyze at later. Now they would get Josie out, return to the team, and plan out the next part of the con and put this monster out of business for good.

She weaved through the crowd, but cursed when she saw the booth, they had previously occupied, was now empty. She scanned the room and found the girls by the bar counter with Keely practically draped over Josie. Josie's expression shifted from trying to flirt with the guests to glancing at Keely with perplexed amazement. A ring of men, whom Keely was talking animatedly with, surrounded them.

Parker maneuvered closer and caught more of Keely's slurred, but passionate conversation. "And then he just throws me over his shoulder! Just like that! Like I'm a bag of fruit. It was just plain ruuuuuudde." She patted one of her companion's shoulders. "Fernando, you wouldn't do such a thing to your Silvia right."

A refined Hispanic gentleman shook his head, "A woman should be treated like a precious treasure, especially one you care about. My Silvia is my queen."

Keely gestured wildly. "See! You get it. All he does is nag, nag, nag…" She flapped her hand mockingly, imitating him.

'Stop falling and watch where you're going for once, Keely!'

'Don't leave the van, Keely.'

'Don't jump from a second story into a tank, Keely.'

God! He's impossible!" The men nodded in agreement.

Parker slid up next to Josie and whispered, "What's going on?"

The befuddled Josie whispered back, "I don't know what's wrong with her. First of all, she's completely sloshed and not making any sense. Second, she keeps talking like she knows them, but that's impossible right?"

Parker winced, "Are they getting suspicious?"

Josie threw up her hands, "Somehow they love it."

Keely groggily pointed at another spectator, squinting at him like a baby mole, "You know what I'm talking about. The way your boss treats you is awful. You should stand up for yourself. You are a human being and deserve better!" The man's face folded in anguish, his forehand dropped in despair onto Keely's shoulder. She patted him on the back supportively.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Keely knew she should stop talking. Usually, she tried to block her psychic abilities from people's personal lives or at least have the sense not to mention it. Right now she could barely remember her own name, let alone have the self-control to stop sputtering about all of the premonitions she was getting about the wanted criminals hitting on them. The generous amount of Everclear had given everything a warm and hazy glaze

A Russian brute came up and tried to pull Josie away. Keely held on tight to her. "Sorry buddy, we're a two for one deal."

He grinned and tried to pull them both into his embrace, "That's fine by me."

Keely frowned up at him, digging in her heels as he pulled. "Are you serious!" She smushed Josie's cheeks with her fingers. "She's the same age as your daughter. How would you feel if your daughter was here, getting hit on by creepy old men."

The man was first taken aback and then his anger started to build. Definitely, not good idea to insult the costumer, especially since they were trying to stay under the radar. Keely quickly pointed over his shoulder, "In fact, is that her? Long brown hair, fair skin, a mole right above her lip. How did she get in here?"

The man suddenly whipped around, horrified. "Bernice! Bernice!" But he took off in the direction she pointed and left them in peace.

Park tapped Keely's shoulder cautiously, "How are we doing so far?"

Keely started laughing almost hysterically, "I can't feel my legs."

Parker took hold of her arm and started pulling, "Well, that's good. We need to leave now."

Keely continued to giggle as Parker pulled and Keely kept her unrelenting grip on Josie. Then suddenly she started twirling around, making clicking sounds. "What am I? What am I?"

Parker pulled fruitlessly, "I really don't care."

"I'm a sprinkler! It was so obvious Parker." She paused and studied Parker with glossy eyes, " You really aren't very good at this game, are you? Ok, try another one!"

Keely somehow slipped from their grip and started jumping and frolicking around, fluttering her hands. It was drawing a lot of attention and Parker nearly had to tackle her to get her to stop. "I'm a rainbow fairy," Keely announced. "See all of my pretty colors."

Parker groaned as she grabbed better hold of Keely's bicep and pulled harder, "You're making me wish I brought my taser."

As Keely was pulled toward an isolated corner, she started growling and gnashing her teeth. Parker looked back at her, obviously exasperated. "What are you doing now?"

"This is my impression of Eliot. Pretty good right?! He is like this big burly growly bear thingy that growls, with eyes like…" she pounded her fist to her chest with dreamy glistening eyes, "…beautiful glowing jewels that sear into your soul."

Keely slumped dejectedly, a rapid change from her previously bubbly aura and mumbled under her breath, "He just doesn't play fair."

Watching her, Josie asked curiously, "Why do you keep talking about Eliot?"

Keely's eyes widened, suddenly taken aback and shocked at the self-realization. "I have absolutely noooooo idea."

The three girls pushed through the double doors that were only for employees, giving them more privacy. Keely slumped against a wall for further support in her dizzy and inebriated state, while Parker interrogated Josie.

"What were you thinking? Do you know what these kind of people do to girls like you?! Well, I don't… but I don't plan on finding out. We're taking you home now!

Josie grabbed hold of Parker frantically to stop her, "No! We can't." Josie's voice broke as she started crying.

Keely cooed and enveloped her in draping full hug that was somewhat inappropriate for just meeting her an hour ago and Parker waited, while Josie explained. "Paul Mantlo, who you got me a job with, they didn't just give me work; they made me a part of their family. I babysat their kids, went on trips with them, spent holidays with them. The Mantlo family means more to me than anything. When some old members of Lefty's crew found me and asked me to come work in the club for them, I refused. I loved the new life I had made for myself, and didn't want to lose it for anything. Then… they threatened the Mantlo family. They said if I didn't work for them, the Mantlos would suffer for it. So I was left with no choice. I came here, and haven't been able to leave since, for fear of what they will do to them."

Keely patted her head, "You are such a good, good girl and they are just plain meanies. I don't like meanies. Nope, nope, nope."

Parker rubbed her brow in vexation; not knowing this is how everyone else felt about her, most of the time. "I know you're scared Josie, but I promise you we will protect the Mantlo family. Our team got you out of worse trouble last time and you can trust us to handle this."

Keely nodded vigorously, "Exactly, and right now I saw that you're the one in immediate danger. We help you first and then stop them before they can hurt anyone again, especially the Mantlos." Parker and Josie stared at Keely who seemed somewhat normal again… until she stood up and harshly hushed them. "You hear that." She cupped her ear dramatically. Josie and Parker could only hear the same muffled party noise that had always been there.

Keely placed her fists on her hips in a distinct Supergirl poise. "Someone's in trouble! I must go save the day!" Then she put out her arms, pretending to fly, and making a "whoshing" noise soared back into the club.

Josie raised a brow at her, "Is she alright?"

Parker shrugged, "Probably not, but I have to assume she knows what she's doing. She's psychic after all."

"She's what?!"

Parker waved a hand at her, "It's too difficult to explain. Don't worry about it. We'll get her later, I'll take you to the car first." Parker led her through the club stealthily, heading to her pre-planned exit. Josie and Parker were surrounded before they made two steps out the door. Parker sensed they were trapped before a single face entered her vision.

She whipped around and found black suited men circled around, covering every inch of her escape. Then a man stepped in front of them, the remnants of a face she knew so well in her youth, but thought she'd never see again. It had changed, was older. But those eyes, the blonde moppy hair, that calculating smile, they were still the same.

She whispered his name unconsciously. He strutted towards them with hands in his pockets, never losing that unnerving smile. He nodded towards Josie, "Why are you wasting time here? Get back to work." Josie took off in a blink. Parker stood frozen staring at the vision of her past.

He nodded to his men, "Bring her in." The men grabbed hold of Parker's arms and dragged her to a back room. There was a single bar counter, some bar stools and couches, but its most distinctive feature were the numerous screens covering every wall, displaying scenes of every inch of the bar. Parker scanned for Keely or Josie. The men plopped her down on the bar stool, while the face of her past swooped around the bar and poured a drink. "Now, as pretty as you are, I know you're not one of my girls. I pick my girls very thoughtfully. So the question is, who are you?"

Parker reached across the room, quick as lightening and took his drink, taking a slow, confident sip. He just stared at her, stunned by her audacity. Parker smiled, but it was like a shark's smile, devious and threatening. "What's the matter Kelly, don't recognize old friends?"

Kelly's head tilted, staring at her with more diligence. "Parker?"

Parker answered back coldly, "Kelly."

He laughed, slapping her knee, "You sure grew up." Parker grew ice cold. He brushed his thumb across this mouth, "Damn girl, if I knew you would be this hot, I would have kept you around!"

She growled at him, "Yeah, you should have thought of that before you left me on that car heist and let me spend 6 months in juvie."

He shook a finger at her, "Aww, you aren't still sore about that Parker, are you? We were just kids. You can't hold that against me." Parker felt it nearly saint-like that she didn't throw the rest of her drink in his face. Kelly poured himself another drink and leaned across the counter. "I've heard things about you Parker. Are they true?"

Parker took another sip, mostly to occupy her hands to keep herself from stabbing him. All of her training with Sophie was coming into use now. "What sort of things?" she said enticingly.

He looked her straight in the eye, "That you stole enough paintings and diamonds to fill an entire museum."

Parker raised a brow, "And if it's true?"

He crooked a finger at her, to have her lean in closer, "Then maybe we have some business options to discuss."

Parker slid off her stool and strutted around the room, studying the screens. "I don't jump into any pool without checking the water first. What's your game?"

He placed his hands in his pockets and followed her, "I don't either. What were you doing with one of my girls?"

Parker shrugged, "We did a job together in the past. I asked for her help again and she said she was already committed. Nothing too big. I was just leaving when you grabbed me, rather rudely I might add."

She gave him a stern look that only made him laugh. "God you've changed. Where'd that sneaky, jumpy little scruff ball go?" She's still here, thought Parker. You just can't see her.

He reached over her shoulder and pointed at one of the screens, "See there. Every one of these men is in the business. All of them are ripe apples just waiting to be plucked and my girls are the pickers. I tell them what to take from whom, what conversations to listen on, what information to gather. We sell the information to discreet and desperate clients for a not so small fee."

"Isn't it dangerous? To mess with these men? They'll eventually figure out what's going on and it'll lead them back to this place."

He shook his head, "No, I cover my bases. The blame won't land on me."

"The girls," Parker whispered, "the girls will take the blame." He shrugged as if the thought of endangering these girls' lives hadn't even occurred to him, nor did he care in the least bit.

Parker swallowed her incensement, "I'll think about it."

"Sure, sure," he answered. "Let me just walk you out." He followed her out the door and into the dance floor crowd. Suddenly he roughly grabbed hold of Parker's arm, and pulled her in a different direction. "Oh, and I probably should have mentioned this earlier. There's no way I'm letting you leave this place."

He shoved her towards one of the guards. "Take her to the basement." Parker knew what he meant. If she didn't join him, she was dead. She started struggling in earnest now, for him to release his grip. She pulled back her fist to punch him in the face.

Yet before she could connect with his jaw, a flying form launched itself onto his back, screeching and hissing like a wild animal. It repeatedly whacked Kelly on his head with a heel with such vehemence, it wasn't long before he collapsed on the ground. A few guards tried to intervene, but Parker quickly used Elliot's tutelage to grab his arm and flip him onto his back.

Keely was off Kelly and was tackling the next guard like a crazed monkey, just as Parker was kicking the last guard in the sweet spot, making him crumple to the floor. Keely and Parker stared at each other panting for breath over the incapacitated bodies. They whooped with triumph in unison and jumped, giving each other a high five. "We did it!"

"Yeah, who needs Eliot. We can take care of it ourselves!"

"Yeah!"

Abruptly Keely's eyes focused and she became instantly sober. To Parker's shock, Keely grabbed a bottle and threw it across the room. It slowly revolved as it spun above the crowd's head. It smacked against a red velvet curtain and you could hear a sharp "whap," following a short yell of pain and soft thump.

"It's good!" Keely shouted with victory, throwing up her hands like a touchdown. They sprinted over to the curtain and pulled it back to reveal a very disheveled and terrified Josie crouched on the floor. Across from her was a prone man sprawled on the ground, with a gun next to his limp hand. His placement and the matt of blood on his hair revealed the bottle Keely threw was the source of his current unconscious state.

Josie was shaking as they pulled her up. "He knew I stole from him. He said he was going to kill me!"

Parker picked up the gun, while Keely wrapped her arm around Josie. "We need to move. NOW!"