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(8 months later)

Alexandre leads Clara out of the hospital she was staying in. Clara was quite eager to find out where her father was taking her. She remembers him saying that she would really like the place. She loved going on adventures, even if they were little ones.

They continued to walk along the streets of Chicago; Alex would give anyone who would look at his daughter the wrong way a sharp glare. He was tall and big enough to intimidate anyone. Aiden may have wiped most of the gangs out of the city, but there were still thugs lurking around.

Minutes of silence pass until they reach their destination. Clara looks at her father with curiosity.

"A pawn shop?"

"Oui, but wait until we get inside."

Still curious she continues to follow him. They make their way inside the pawn shop; stopping at the counter. Alex nods to the man behind it and he steps out of the way.

Alex walks behind the counter and stumbles across a couple of boxes. He moves them aside; revealing some kind of door on the floor. He looks around to make sure no one was in the shop before opening it. Clara spots a set of stairs beneath the door.

"Follow me," he says as he walks down the stairs. Clara was quick to follow.

The stairway looked a bit dark as they made their way downstairs. Once they reach the bottom, the room became brighter than the stairway.

Alex guides Clara down a well-furnished hallway with doors on either sides. He leads her to the very last one at the end of the hallway and opens the door. Clara was quite fascinated about this place being at the bottom of a regular pawn shop that anyone could go to.

"Clara, this is my office."

He gestures towards the room they were in front of. She studies the room for a moment. There was a large desk filled with papers that only he knew about, there was a leather chair behind it, and the room seemed a bit too big for just an office.

"And this one over here is yours," he says while moving towards another one of the doors. He opens it and the office was about the same as his, only the desk wasn't filled with papers.

Clara wondered why her father was showing all of this to her. She also wondered where she was going to stay.

"So, where will I be staying? Here?"

Alex laughs a little bit.

"No, I've rented you an apartment, which we'll talk about later. But right now, I want to talk to you about something else. You're probably wondering how I could afford all of this because we used to be poor."

They were many years ago.

"Back in Quebec, do you remember leaving with your mother because of me?" He frowned.

She nods.

"When you both left, a friend of mine got me into a business, which he called the Black Dragon. All of the jewelry I collected I sold to him and I made a lot of money for it, so I kept stealing until we came up with an idea; we opened up our own pawn shop where we sold all of the jewelry for a bigger price."

Clara nodded along with his words.

"We were quite successful until eventually the people and the police started to figure out that what we were selling was stolen equipment. We had to leave, but I wanted to see you and your mother. How is she by the way?"

Clara was silent for a moment before answering, "She is dead."

Alex was in shock and sadness once those words left her mouth.

"How?"

"Cancer," Clara replied.

"Oh," Alex says almost in a whisper.

They both give a moment of silence for their lost family member before Clara spoke again.

"So, how did you find me?"

"I traced you through a computer my friend had, which he eventually gave to me. He taught me how to hack and trace and now I can find anyone. On to other things, this business is important to me and I would like you to be a part of it."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Am I going to be stealing?"

"Well, yes. But I will make sure that you have proper training and preparation for it."

"Ok, but where will I be stealing from?"

"Anywhere. Museums, jewelry stores, etc."

She looks away from her father.

"I don't know. What if it's wrong? What about Aiden?"

"Are you still worried about that bastard of a man?" He asked, his accent strong once he said 'bastard'

Clara still refuses to look at him.

"Clara, he is not important, he is also not family is he?"

"No but...," she trails off as she thought about him.

Alex places a hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"Do you still have that coin you found back in Mont-Tremblant?"

"Yes," she says pulling it out, "I do."

"And why did you keep it?"

"Because I missed you when you weren't with us. I kept it as tribute."

Alex smiles at her.

"Exactly, that coin symbolizes family, us. Not him."

Clara finally looks at her father.

"Join the Black Dragon, it will be a tribute to your mother."

Clara thought about it for a moment before deciding, "Ok, I'll give it a try." She said it with a grin which made Alex proud to hear it.

"Alright, I'll show you where your apartment will be."

Alex leads Clara out of the pawn shop as they made their way towards her new apartment.

Journal #2

Papa and I just talked about some kind of business he got into while being in Quebec. He says it involves stealing valuable things. I know I've stolen data in the past, but it kind of feels wrong in a way to steal from such places like pawn shops and museums. Will I be killing people in the process? I might end up doing so. This may be a way of honoring my mother, but would she want this? Mum and I had a strong connection. When Papa was gone, she would always give me support and motivation. I missed my father so much that if it weren't for her, I probably would be a mess.

I changed once she died, so here I am now with my second journal entry. Papa got me an apartment to stay in. It looks nice and well-furnished just like the underground of the pawn shop. From the modern walls, furniture, to the black silk queen sized bed. Everything about it is nice including the friendly neighbors next door.

One thing worries me though, and it's Aiden. What if we come face to face with each other during one of my robberies? He is the vigilante after all. My father said that I would have deft skills so I'll know how to be stealthy. Let's just hope I don't run into him anytime soon.