((This is a continuation of the London RP. It, by no means, makes the London RP redundant, it's merely a second location for the RP to take place in. Please wait for Mafiosa to make her post first. To join this RP, please use the form from the London RP.))

Upon arriving at the airport, Annie had cooled down considerably. Freedom felt wonderful and the flight had seemed blissfully short.

But her mind was set on business, and she had people to contact. People of high influence to call in "favors" owed to her. Flipping open her phone with one had and trying to grab her suitcase with the other, she called her first associate.

((Insert a character here. :o))

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((Pick me.))

"Hello, Miss Fransisco?" came the voice from the other end of the line "Are ya hear to call in that favour?"

((I won't disclose names or anthing =P ))

Anni smirked as she lifted her suitcase into her car.

"Well, well. Sounds like someone knows their place. In fact I do need a favor."

Pulling out a cigar from an inner pocket, Annie lit it up and slid into her driver's seat, keeping the phone clenched between her shoulder and ear.

"I need you to do some digging for me. I'm looking for a "Set Sero." I need a location, as close as you can get. Even if it's nothing but a country, I can work from there. Got it?"

Tossing her now empty light to the ground, she crushed it beneath her heel. "And DON'T let him know I'm looking for him. Fail me and I'll wreck you. Understand?"

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((Can I make a Paris RP??????))

Name: Declan Snitzer
Age: 15
Appearence: Brown, straight hair, brown eyes, looks older for his age.
Personality: Happy, go-lucky, calm but can freak out. gentlemanly.
Quirks: Has'nt been in NY before ((Fact!))

'Hey, Sarah! We're here!' said Declan, talking to his closest friend, Sarah.

Name: Sarah Pierce ((based of True friend))
Age: 14
Appearence: Blond, straight hair, pretty, wears a custard coat and a blue scarf.
Personality: Polite, Shy and get's upset about almost anything
Quirks: Comes from scotland. Father is hiding.

Sarah smiled and spun arond like a dancer. She smiled and said, politely 'Thank-you, Declan! I've always wanted to be here!' Declan was happy but not as happy. He smiled and said 'Yeah... The same with me.' He smiled and left the airport with Sarah.

'Ah! It's raining!! Why!?' Sarah got over-dramatic. She shared an umbrella with Declan. They always shared things since they knew eachover. 'Were are we staying, Sarah?' Declan asked.

'Don't ask me!' She replied 'You have all the papers!'

'Fine.... Grr..' He searched his bags and finally found them. 'The plaza... Wait... THE PLAZA!!??' He walked to the hotel and unpacked his things.

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"Uh, um... Yes, Miss Fransicso. I u-understand." said the man on the other side of the line. Holding the phone away from his ear. "Find the information on a 'Set Sero'! NOW!" He hissed at the nearest worker. The man put the phone back to his ear. "Um... one second, Miss Fransisco."

A minute later, the phone near Annie's ear was producing sound again. "Um, Set Sero. 25 years old. Parents deceased. One sister, deceased. Went to college at the age of 20, with a major in anatomy. Wife, Amelia Sero, maiden name Amelia Rose, deceased. His official occupation is bodyguard. He has no official address, he tends to live with his clients, apparantely. His current client lives somewhere in NY apparentely, but Set's been sent away. The client is... um... Mr. A. Rak."

((@PA; If it comes up in the story, yes. And don't post profiles you've posted before. This is like the London RP, in NY instead.))

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((OMG LIFE CALMED DOWN I CAN ACTUALLY POST NOW))

Annie impatiently inspected her nails and tapped them against her steering wheel. She'd chipped one and, frankly, it put her in an awful mood.

Listening to the information, she nodded her head and attempted to take in all the information being thrown at her at once. "A. Rak," she let the name fall off her tongue.

It didn't ring a bell, but then again, her memory was trash.

"Find more about "Set" and get me any address of his client. Meet me at my office in 20 minutes."

She roared off, enjoying the load roar of her motor and the speed of her car as she barreled down the freeway.

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The man went back to his computer to get the address of A. Rak.

Set got off the plane. He wasn't borrowed my anyone when leaving the airport, even without his fake passport. The hired taxi took him and Hawke to their destination. "So she'll be coming here?" "I'll faint from shock if she doesn't." replied Set, his sarcasm evident.