"Ms. Ryokai, it would seem that Grant Dijon is in Django." Sakura took the slip of paper with that same information on it as she moved through the newspaper office. Adven sitting awkwardly at her desk. He really had no idea how to sit at the desk even though it was just a normal wooden one. He was a bit tense. He just felt nervous that he'd mess up her desk in some way. Spill white-out on her papers and articles or something. Sakura meanwhile came to the same desk.

"What's the word?" He questions knocking a pile of papers over. He quickly gathered them up as she just tapped her foot and watched the ceiling. "Sorry."

"Anyway…it seems our little 'friend' Dijon Ketchup…or whatever…is on an assignment in Django. Strange for him to be there right after shooting up a street in an attempt to kill me." She huffs. "Turns out that before his writing career he was a deadly assassin. 'One of the best'. Or…at least he likes to believe that. Apparently he has some sort of mental disorder in which his doctor said he has to be the best at everything or…"

"Or what?"

"Exactly. It was never finished. The doctor said what he did, and never finished. If Dijon Mustard isn't the best he will get rid of the best." She blinks as she tosses the paper aside. "He kills anyone else."

"So…he tried to kill you…because you are his better now?"

"Right. Still…what would he be doing in Django."

"Wait…Django? I thought you said Fandango."

"You know what that place is?" She wonders.

He looks on a bit pale. "I received a letter short while ago. A week or more." Adven began. "It was from Django."

"That place is supposed to be abandoned." She interjects. A bit frightened of what he will say. Will Adven say he knew about the attack? Could she trust him?

"The letter came from a man I don't know. Someone called Franklin McCoy." He waves it off. "He asked that I ally with him in the fight against Enduro. I wasn't interested in whatever reason he had for fighting. I have," He shifts his view to her. "Other reasons to fight him."

"Jet?"

"No, from what I gather from the way McCoy spoke he was more interested in Jet's father. That's another reason why I didn't accept. I'm after Jet. Not Elliot."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It would be my decision. You play no part in it. Just as much as I play no part in your life." He sternly replies.

"How can you say that?" She grimaced. "If you played no part you wouldn't be here. You…wouldn't have saved my life." She lowers her head. "I'm still thankful for that." She looks back to him. "Anyway, I'm going to arrange a sandcraft for us to get to Django."

"Right."

She halts any movement. "Adven…why are you always so interested in fighting Jet?"

"Uh," His eyes twitches. "If we want to get to Django maybe you should go get that craft sooner. Otherwise we may get there too late. The sooner we get there the faster I can form a strategy."

She stares at him. She can not believe why he can not just tell her, but she is not interested in forcing him to reveal anything. "I guess you're right." She steps behind him. In a quiet voice, "You are going to have to tell me someday though."

As his muscles grow tense she creeps off.