Matthew kept his hands on the wheel of the family's black town car. Peter sat in the passenger seat rambling. Matthew was being nice and had decided to listen to what his junior had to say...but only for a short amount of time. After about thirty minutes passed Matthew had subconsciously begun to drown out the boy's voice. He didn't mean to be rude. It was just...so hard to listen to...and honestly, Matthew had no interest in what kind of helicopters could land in the middle of the ocean. The road they were driving on was smooth and even. There were no bumps and no huge obstacles that needed to be avoided. It would have been a great easy drive, had it not been for the thick gray fog that blanketed their path. They were close to Carriedo's place now. They were only about fifteen minutes away. Matthew noticed that Peter had stopped talking. Peter was now fidgeting with the letter Arthur had given him.

"I wonder what it says...," Peter let out in almost a sigh knowing what Matthews reply to that would be. The two had spent a lot of time together as partners and now they could practically look at one another and tell what one was thinking.

"It doesn't matter. If Arthur says it's important, than it is important," Matthew said. Peter had expected as much. A vague answer. Despite his disappointment at Matthew's lack of adventure Peter nodded politely. Matthew asked something that peeked Peter's curiosity, "But I am curious as to what it is about...when was the last time we had an assignment to the Tomato Family? Almost a year now...true?"

Peter smiled, "Yes." His finger went under the flap of the envelope threatening to break the seal. He wanted to so badly. The fact that he didn't know the message made it so intriguing. Usually when Arthur sent them he sent them with an oral message or briefly described what the message was about. This time he had just given specific directions on who was supposed to receive the message.

Matthew saw what Peter was doing from the corner of his eyes, "Pete! Stop!" Peter jumped and the letter fell from his fingers onto the floor below him. "You know we aren't allowed to read it!"

"I wasn't going to read it! I was just...um...well you-," Peter couldn't think of anything to say back. He was saved by a large BUMP in the road,"-what was that?"

"I don't know...it felt like we ran over something. But there's no potholes in the road or anything...," Matthew stopped the car, "I'm going to check. Stay here okay?"

"No! I want to go with you! What if the Soviet Mafia shot the tire?" Peter asked worriedly.

"Then we wouldn't have felt the bump...and that would be a reason for you to stay here...," Matthew argued calmly.

"So if it's not a rival mafia why can't I come?" Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

Matthew sighed, "Fine. Be careful, though, alright?" Peter nodded and they both got out of the car. Matthew's small handgun was hidden in his pocket beneath his black jacket just in case. Outside the car, there was some wreckage. The car was not at all harmed, but there was metal on the floor...including something that looked like mangled handle-bars. Bright tassels lay in the street, the little sun that was shining reflected off them. Peter instantly heard the voice of a small girl crying. He moved to the back of the car to see if what his ears heard were true.

"Matthew!" he called as he kneeled next to the girl. The girl had sea-green eyes and short blonde hair. The hem of her light purple floral dress was down to her knees. She also wore a light purple ribbon in her hair. She was holding what appeared to be a scraped knee. Blood was trickling down her leg. She was sitting next to a pink damaged bike. Matthew ran toward Peter's voice and kneeled next to the girl on the opposite side of Peter.

"Oh mon dieu...," he let out thankful Arthur was not around to hear him say that, "A-Are you okay? What happened?"

The girl nodded, "I...I was riding my bike when I got off balance. My bike fell over. I fell over with it and I scraped my knee. A-And then you ran over my bike..." The girl was still crying. The fog didn't help. Matthew and Peter could barely see the situation in front of them.

"We can help you! What's your name?" Peter asked trying to calm the girl.

"D-Thank you. M-My name is Lili," the girl said cheeks tear-streaked.

"Where are your parents?" Matthew asked.

"I c-can't remember...when I fell I think I hit my head...," Lili said feeling the back of her head. When her hand pulled away it was red and sticky with blood.

"O-Okay th-that's fine," Matthew said trying hard to keep calm after seeing the blood on the girls hand, "Peter put the bike in the trunk and I'll help her into the car." Peter nodded and did as he was told. He carefully lifted the broken pink bike and placed it inside the trunk. Matthew picked up the girl and placed her in the back seat carefully. He quickly got into the driver's seat and Peter sat in the back with Lili.

"We need to get to a hospital," Peter said carefully helping to buckle Lili in.

"In this fog? There's no way we'd be able to find a hospital! It'd take too long! We're not familiar with this area! What if we just took her with us to Carriedo's?" Matthew offered.

"To the home of a mafia boss!? Are you insane!?," Peter asked angrily, his calm exterior slowly leaving him.

"Yes! Come on, Boss Carriedo won't hurt her. And I'm sure they have a family doctor or something!," Matthew said explaining his reasoning.

"I-I'm sorry...am I being a bother?," Lili asked weakly as her eyelids slowly started to droop.

"N-Non! Not at all it's just we-," Matthew stopped seeing the young girl suddenly faint, going limp with her head on Peter's lap,"T-Tabernac!"

"I don't care what I said before! Just drive!," Peter yelled.

The town car quickly zoomed toward the Tomato Mafia headquarters. Lili appeared to be unconscious. Peter and Matthew were panicked. And on the street where they found Lili, an empty packet of fake blood was picked up by a blond Swiss man.