Port Boroço, Golden Conquest HQ
Big Daddy tutted disapprovingly as he said, "If there's anyone that should be upset, it's me." Stepping back, Messina guided her motor bike to lean against the wall before moving to stand before her finely dressed father-in-law. Her hand shot up to hold onto his silk tie, yanking him down to her eye level. "Listen here, fabric hog: I've got your payment, then some." She snarled, her grip growing increasingly tighter on the piece of fabric in her hand as she was oblivious to the abnormal purple tinge of his face. Using telekinesis, she let the bag slowly drift to the ground before she hissed dangerously, "Now, release them: I'm sure you set this up so I could be dealt with." Seeing the man nodding frantically, she smirked in satisfaction. Releasing him, the fiery brunette waltzed into the warehouse, not caring that she had just signed her death warrant.