White had a lot to think about after Harley's existence had been made public. She never had come across as all that bright…or maybe she was just out of her element. Either way, she didn't know what she was doing and would eventually lead them into trouble. (Or trouble into them.)

That wasn't his only concern though. As much as he tried to deny it, White was worried about her. She didn't seem the type that would do well locked up. He should have done more for his sister, but he didn't have to repeat that mistake. White had a rather plausible idea that might help protect him and her.

The next day, he approached Henshaw with this idea, carefully trying not to seem too eager. They were at their familiar bar, shooting pool once again. White decided to buy some rounds on this visit. A little bribery never hurt after all, not too mention a little drunkenness. After a bit of meaningless chitchat and a few drinks down, White began to feel Henshaw out.

"I was thinkin' about what you said yesterday," White began.

Henshaw thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything he had said of consequence yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that. Come to think of it, he never really had much meaningful to talk about. "What'd I say?" he asked curiously.

"About Harley. You said she was trouble."

Henshaw snorted out a laugh. "That's nothin' to think about. It's true."

"Doesn't it bother you that a stupid skirt could take us all down?"

Henshaw considered that a moment. It did bother him in fact. He'd never put much stock in women. However, he came to his own conclusion. "Doesn't matter. Boss won't let that happen."

White scoffed at this ridiculous notion. "What?" Henshaw demanded. "The boss ain't stupid. He's not goin' to let her go running around no more. We're cool."

"The boss is a smart guy. I'll give you that," White agreed. "But he doesn't really care. Remember, I've been around him longer than you. A lot longer. The instant some notion enters his head, he goes with it and doesn't give a shit what happens. I mean, he could decide tomorrow that he wants…I don't know…a piñata-"

"A piñata?" Henshaw asked, confused.

"It doesn't matter what it is. I'm tryin' to make a point."

"But why a piñata?"

"I don't know! The boss is loopy! What do you want it to be?"

Henshaw shrugged in reply.

"Then it's a piñata!" White continued. "Anyway, if he's got it in his head that he has to have that, he'll send her off to get it without a second thought. It's that simple."

"Well…there's not much we can do about it," Henshaw shrugged again and returned to the game.

White sighed at his friend's lack of vision. "Actually, I was thinking maybe if she had us watching out for her, we'd be able to keep an eye on things and make sure nothin' happens."

"What? Like bodyguards?"

"Yes, exactly. Bodyguards."

"That's a good idea," Henshaw complimented.

"You think so?" White asked.

"Yeah, I do. We should really get on that."

"GREAT! Now, all you gotta do is suggest it to the boss."

"Why me? It's your idea!" Henshaw protested.

"Yeah, but it goes against my whole 'laying low' thing. You'll do fine," White encouraged.

Henshaw, not liking that idea, suddenly reverted his thinking. "…Boss probably won't let her go running around no more."

White sighed heavily in defeat.