Cho woke up to the sound of a phone ringing on the table next to her bed.

She turned over and looked at the clock, which read three o'clock in the morning.

Cho pushed her ebony hair out her face as she reached for the phone.

"Hello?" yawned Cho.

"Morning sweetie." came a familiar voice.

"Morning dad. Why you calling me now? It's early," said Cho sitting up and rubbing her blurry eyes.

"Just called to tell you I'm sending you a present," said her father.

"Does it smell?" asked Cho suspiciously.

"It's very sparkly." smiled her father walking through an alley to meet with his partner.

"Well why not just bring it over? We could have breakfast." Yawned Cho.

"That would be very hard seeing as how I'm in Venice." explained her father.

"Venice? With your parole officer's knowledge of course." frowned Cho.

"Now Cho you know how the PO and I don't get along very well." sighed her father.

"But dad you promised me you wouldn't do it anymore. That that was your last job." pointed out Cho.

"This is my last job Cho I promise you. After this job. I won't do anymore." promised her father.

"Is dean with you?" asked Cho.

"I'm using his cell phone," said her father in a pointy tone. "Got to go now. Love you"

"Take care dad." sighed Cho before he hung up.

She looked at the phone and sighed "I love you too dad."