When I woke up the next morning, the address was waiting for me in my inbox just as Leonardo had promised. I searched the location on my phone, trying to get an idea of where it was. Once I had figured out how to get there and wrote down the directions, I started to get ready.

I put on the most business-casual outfit that I owned, hoping it would make me appear older than I really was. I kept my makeup to a minimum and wore my hair tied back off of my face. The idea was to look as plain and forgettable as possible. I made sure my tattoos were covered and I even went the extra mile and covered up the birthmark on my cheek with foundation and concealer. I figured anything that could later identify me needed to be hidden. I felt like some kind of F.B.I. agent going undercover on a secret mission.

Actually, that was a pretty accurate comparison.

The next step was going to my work and borrowing a camera. That part proved to be simple, as it was the weekend, so there was barely anyone in the office to question why I needed the camera on my day off - not to mention that I'd pretty much never taken a picture in my life, except for on my phone, and that fact was pretty well known. Once that was taken care of, I went down to the subway and got on the train that would take me to the location of the Foot Clan.

I wasn't exactly sure what my plan was going to be. I had half an idea, one that I hoped would be enough to get me in and out of the building quickly. As the subway flew through the tunnels, I found myself clutching my purse tightly, afraid of loosing the device. I had to resist the urge to keep opening the bag and making sure if was still safely tucked away in my wallet. I didn't want to act too suspicious - it suddenly felt like everyone was watching me.

When I arrived to the building, it seemed normal enough. Leonardo was right when he'd said that it didn't have anything giving it away what it was for. There were no signs or plaques on the door, and when I'd searched the address online nothing had popped up, no website or advertisements. It obviously wasn't apartments or offices for a big corporate company to fool the public.

I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulder's back and lifting my chin up high. I had to act confident, even if I really felt like I was going to puke. I strode up to the front doors and pushed them open to find myself in a large entry way, covered top to bottom in dark, shining marble. There was a set of elevators on the wall to my right and on the left a woman sat at a desk. She hadn't seemed to notice me enter, either that or she just didn't care.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully, walking up to her and holding out my hand. "I'm here as a representative from Dreaming of New York Magazine."

She looked up at me over her glasses like I was a pest that had just splattered itself on her windshield. She took my hand for a split second before answering in a curt tone.

"Hello."

"I am a freelance photographer for them, and I am currently working on a project where we are taking photos of some of the best views in the city. I was wondering if it was at all possible for me to pop up onto your roof and snap a few photos? You seem to have a beautiful view here, just the kind we are looking to feature." I explained with a wide smile, my tone all sugar and honey.

The woman looked at me in disdain for a moment, before sighing and picking up the phone at her desk. "I suppose. I'll have to check with security, however."

Her long nails clicked as they pressed a few buttons. "Hello, yes... I have a girl down here who wants to take pictures from up on the roof... I don't know, for some article... Yes, she said only a few. It shouldn't take long... Okay, very well." She hung up the phone and turned her eyes back to me.

My heart was pounding, hoping that my plan would prevail. It wasn't like I'd get a second chance.

"Do not take too long. We don't have all day to wait for you to be done. You can take the elevator up to the 9th floor and then take the stairway the rest of the way. There will be someone up there to direct you."

"Thank you so much!" I chirped and then gave her a quick wave before heading over to the elevators.

I let out the breath that I had been holding in once the doors shut. So far, so good.

Once I hit the 9th floor I exited the elevator and there was, as she had stated, a tall man dressed in all black waiting for me. The man motioned for me to go through the door off to my right. I nodded my thanks, trying to get a peek of what was in the hallway behind him. The man seemed very intent on guarding me from what was down there... Though all I could see were doors, lined up one by one down the length of the hall. It seemed to veer off to both the left and the right to make other corridors.

I made my way up to the roof. I knew that a place like this was bound to have cameras everywhere, so I tried to be as casual as possible as I went up the staircase. Once I got to the top I did my best to pretend like I was a real photographer. I scoped out each side of the building, deciding on the one that faced out towards a park as my spot to pretend to take pictures. I then casually peered around the rooftop, trying to plan where I would stick the device. My eyes landed on some kind of vent in the middle. I set my bag on it, deciding under the rim was the best place for the device as it would be protected from the weather. As quickly as I could, I pulled out the device, removed the adhesive strip just as Leonardo had showed me, and then smoothly attached it to the vent. I then pulled out the camera and stood up. I snapped a few pictures, all of which came out blurry since I had no idea how to put it into focus. Once I felt that I had made a good enough show in case any one was watching, or planned to watch later, I packed up my things quickly and returned to the 9th floor.

The security guard was still waiting for me, ushering me into the already open elevator. Before I knew it I was heading back out the front doors and onto the street. The secretary hadn't even acknowledged me as I had left. I walked quickly until I was a good few blocks away before stopping and taking a moment to calm down. I couldn't believe it had been so easy. I smiled to myself as I pulled out the T-Phone and texted Leonardo: Done. I don't think they suspected a thing.

It wasn't until I was almost to my stop on the subway that my stomach began to twist and turn. Yes, I had done it. I had done something that would gain trust with Leonardo and the others, but at the same time would betray Raphael. I hoped to the Gods that something good would come from what I done, because it could very well cost me my friendship with him... or any sort of future relationship.

And again, my stomach lurched as I thought about that too. I hadn't forgotten about my dream, I just couldn't handle exploring it any further, at least for the time being.

I arrived back at my apartment, pulling off the stupid outfit that I had worn the moment I shut the door. I would probably never be able to wear the clothes again.

I knew that there would have been no other way for the brothers to get answers, and that ultimately I had done the right thing. I just hadn't realized how much I cared about Raphael and what he thought of me until I faced the possibility of losing him. I sighed, now half naked in my living room, and I went to busy myself with a long, hot shower.

There was nothing to do now but wait. I didn't dare go visit the brothers for I knew that tensions would be high since half of them were lying to the other half. I also didn't trust myself to keep the secret. I had never been a good liar. One look from Raphael's green eyes and I would be an open book.

There was a response waiting from Leonardo on my phone when I was done washing off.

I read the message three times to myself before I realized what had happened.

Done with what? Who suspects nothing?

Panic surged through me as I saw that the message I had sent earlier had not gone to "L" but had instead gone to "R". How I had managed to make such a mistake, I would never know, but as I stood there and tried to think up a good lie as to why I had sent that message to Raphael, another text appeared on the screen:

Answer me. Now.