I sat in the over lit room brushing through my long strands of hair with my fingers. My hair was still tangled from being out in the rain last night. I looked around the room that I had been placed in. you really couldn't even call it a room really, it was more of a doctor's office. On the far left wall there were banners that Sister Mary had hung up last night that spelled 'PIPER'.

I stood up and went over to the window located in the center of the room. I took a seat on the sill and peered out looking down on the people of Chicago below. People were bustling around, going in and out of boutiques. I let out a heavy sigh. "Why can't my life be that simple?" I thought mournfully to myself. It seemed so much fun. Just running around and laughing with people you pretend to like but secretly hate, and buying overly priced clothes that will fall apart the first time you try to wear it.

I leaned away from the window when I heard my door open. Sister Mary emerged through the doorway with a tray of food in her hands. When she looked and saw I was already awake her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly at me. It annoyed me.

"Ah, Piper! I am very glad to see you are making yourself at home." She said happily. She placed the tray of food on the nightstand that was next to my bed before turning to face me. "How did you sleep, my child?" she asked as she wiped off her hands on her robe.

"Ok." I replied quietly, not really wanting to engage in a pointless conversation with her. It's not that I didn't like Sister Mary, I really did. She was just overly kind and I wasn't in the best of moods to be answering her hollow questions. She knew how my night went, she had to. Of course I didn't sleep well, my own dad all but left me behind in an orphanage without telling me why or where he was going. He didn't even say when he was coming back, IF he was coming back.

Sister Mary smiled at me again. "That's good to hear, dear. I made you some breakfast. Once you finish eating I'll give you a tour of Rosewood." She smiled again before leaving the room. I went to my bed and sat at the edge, eyeballing the food she had brought me. I wasn't at all hungry.

"Dad… come back soon." I whispered to myself as I felt the annoy sting of tears in my eyes.
. . .

"Yo holmes! You find the place alright?" Birdie's voice came through the phone cloaked by static. 47 was crawling through a ventilation unit trying to get the drop on the man that Birdie had said been asking about Piper.

"Yes. I am closing in on the target right now." 47 replied into the phone quietly, trying to reduce the echo of his voice against the metal vent.

"Sweettt. Alright so the guy is one Blake Dexter, founder of Dexter Industries. The Birds told me that he had been lookin' into your girl. The Birds also told me that he has the company of one gigantic Mexicano' and a woman. I guess the giant is his security, so watch your back, holmes! Birdman out."

Birdie's end went blank as 47 got to the end of the vent. He could see the outline of a giant man wearing a Sombrero sitting in a chair. "The Mexican Birdie was talking about." 47 thought to himself. The only foreseeable way was to eliminate him quietly and from behind. This man was the only one separating him and Blake Dexter. The only man separating him from the threat to his daughter, the only thing that he wanted to keep safe, even if she had a terrible attitude.

47 slipped the vent up and he climbed through, making his landing as silent as possible. He crouched down in a sneaking position, pulling his fiber wire from one of his inside jacket pockets. He made his way over to the man slowly, making sure his footfalls were light. He finally got to his target.

"3…2…1"

. . .

Earlier That Day

"Good to see ya'…Wade." Blake Dexter greeted the man as he slid into the booth, sitting opposite to him. The man wore glasses and had greasy, shoulder length, white hair. "Boy, don't ya' think that I KNOW that it's fucking good to see me? Shit." He pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket and stuck it in his mouth. "Ah, good 'ole Wade." Dexter thought to himself. "Lenny!" Dexter called across the bar for his son. "Come give Wade a light!"

Lenny limped over with his match book in both hands, obviously intimidated by Wade. He held out his hands to Wade. "Uh…here...here ya' go Wade." He stammered. Wade looked up at Lenny with a smirk plastered on his aging face. He snatched the matchbook from Lenny's hands, lighting his cigar. "Thanks limp-dick." Wade let out a cackle as he wiped his hand on the front of Lenny's shirt.

"So, let's get to business." Dexter said. "There's this girl and I want you to get her for me. My sources tell me she's in Chicago somewhere. A man located in Chinatown, goes by Birdie, might be able to tell you more."

Wade clicked his tongue and took a puff of his cigar. "Sounds like a lotta' work just for some chick. She must be special." Dexter's face twisted up in a smirk. Wade put out his cigar on the table. I got to get my boys out here. Double my fee." Wade leant back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Take Lenny with you." Dexter said. Wade sat up and let out large bouts of laughter. "Limp-dick? You want me to take… Limp-Dick Lenny? HAHAHA then its triple my fee." He said wiping tears from his eyes.

"That's just fine, Wade. I just want this girl and I want her now."