"You're going to have one Hell of a bruise on your face, Rose," Sway said regretfully, staring at Rose's face. A livid bruise was starting to bloom on the left side of Rose's face. Rose had tried to go to Donny's aid, but Diaz had struck her in the face with his gun.

"It's okay, I've had worse," Rose muttered in a tired voice, wishing that she had some ice for her throbbing face. They had been shoved into a SUV and driven out of San Francisco until they reach the City of Hamilton. They had been taken to a warehouse were they had been locked in an empty office.

"Does Calitri hit you often?" Sway asked, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. She wasn't looking forward to conversation she was about to have with Rose.

"Who?" Rose asked, looking at her blankly. Sway sighed and shook her head. She had met girls like Rose who made every excuse under the sun for their boyfriends' abusive behavior until it was too late.

"Your boyfriend, Raymond Calitri," Sway replied shortly. "You know blue eyes, big ears and that harsh accent."

"First of all, his name is not Raymond Calitri, his name is Doctor John Smith, he's not my boyfriend and he's never hit me! Do I look like the type of person who would stay in that type of relationship?" Rose snapped at Sway. She had seen enough women in the Powell Estate who stayed with abusive boyfriends and husbands and she vowed never to get involved in that type of vicious relationship. Jimmy Stone had been a lying, cheating bastard but he had never hit her and Mickey would never dream of striking another woman.

"I hate to tell you this, Rose, but his real name is Raymond Calitri. He's a car thief. He hired my husband to steal fifty cars for him otherwise he would kill Memphis's brother," Sway explained. "Calitri almost killed Memphis but Calitri fell to his death in Long Beach." Sway stopped for minute. There were a lot of things that didn't make sense about Calitri when she thought about it.

"No way, that is absolutely impossible. The Doctor might be a lot of things, but he's not a car thief," Rose said, shaking her head with a snort. "That is so far from the truth it's not even funny."

"Listen, Rose, you don't have to stay with Calitri. There are several shelters in San Francisco that will be more than happy to help you start over with your life," Sway said gently.

"Look, Sway, you have no idea what you are talking about, so why don't you drop it," Rose snapped trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her face. She took a deep breath."Right now, we have a lot more important things to worry about, like getting out of here."

Sway nodded and the issue was put on the back burner for now.

"Do you have any ideas how to escape from here?" Rose asked after a minute of uncomfortable silence. She looked around the room for inspiration. The window was barred with thick steel bars so crawling out the window was out of the question. There was a rusty metal chair, a spray bottle filled with cleaning fluid and mop and bucket filled with dank water.

"If we could lure one or two of the men in here, maybe we could knock them out with the chair and I'm sure that water or what ever that stuff is can blind them," Sway said slowly.

"Sounds like a plan, but how do we get them in here?" Rose said, looking at the metal chair. She folded it up and took an experimental swing. It whistled through the air nicely.

"You can pretend that you're sick," Sway replied, looking at Rose's face with a wince, "that guy did hit you pretty hard across the face."

"Nay, that's the oldest trick in the book. We need something more creative," Rose said, taking the mop out of the bucket and almost gagging at the smell. She quickly unscrewed the mop head and tossed it in the corner, leaving her with a makeshift quarter staff. There was about half a bucket of dirty water and the spray bottle was about three quarters full.

"Well, how about we have a screaming match or a fight?" Sway said slowly, thinking about some of the bar fights she had witnessed through out the years. "Two women screaming at each other and threatening to claw each others eyes out will bring the men running."

"That's true," Rose agreed. Men loved seeing two women beating the crap out of each other. "Bring it on girlfriend!"