Kaira was finally back home after running some errands for her boss in NY and Philly. As promised upon her return she sent a message to Jones through one of her bodyguards to meet with her for the payment. 

She found an abandoned building that looked like a theater and sneaked inside. Even though the building was old and abandoned Kaira found the view mesmerizing. The design colors used were a combination of red and gold. As she entered the place she saw what used to be a front desk counter from where in the past people used to purchase their tickets. From the entrance she could see the door to the room which was most likely used to stage the plays. 

The room was pitch dark which made Kaira hesitate in the beginning between entering or leaving the place. But there was something magical about the place that made Kaira feel the urge not to stop exploring. 

She started searching for a light switcher and it didn't take long for her to find it. The room lit up. Kaira's eyes got bigger and her heart started beating really fast. It was so beautiful. 

The structure of the room resembled that of the ancient theaters with a cavea and an architectural scenery representing a city street. The big stage was the center of attention as it was separated from the audience by a proscenium arch. The seats and the curtains were sharing the same color, a dark red. The arch was painted gold. 

Kaira started climbing down the stairs and heading to the stage when a voice called her name and almost made her trip. 

Kaira, what are you doing in a place like this?! Jones voice was echoing through the big theater room.

Damn it Jones! Can you knock before coming in? That scared the ... out of me! she scolded Jones.

The door was opened Kaira. What the heck are you doing here? And why did you set the meeting in here? 

Kaira glared at her friend as a protest for him not being able to appreciate art.

Did you bring what I asked for? her mood changing from being annoyed to being excited. 

Jones smirked. 

I wouldn't dare not to. I didn't want to get killed by you. James complained.

The woman was giggling and dancing with excitement now.

I want to buy this place. It's so mesmerizing that I fell in love with it! What do you think? she asked Jones while going behind the curtains to the backstage.

Jones was force to raise his voice in order for her to hear him.

What would you do with a place like this? It's a waste of money.  

Shut up Jones. If you are not going to give me a positive answer don't say anything. And stop starring at me. Come and help!

She was coming from behind the curtains carrying two chairs which were probably used in the past as props. 

There's a table too. She pointed at the table to Jones. Bring it here and lets start.

Jones had a confused look on his face. He looked at his clean costume not sure if he should dirty it but ended up complying to Kaira's request.

After placing the table he made a sign for one of his men to bring the package. As he placed the package on the table Kaira's eyes started sparkling and she started clapping her hands with excitement.

I am sorry. I hope it didn't go cold yet. He cried. 

A bowl of noodles and hot tea! The best payment ever! Yay! She exclaimed.

They started eating their food meanwhile chit chatting. But soon they were interrupted by clapping. They looked around to find where the clapping was coming from. Their stare met a man, a homeless man who was now clapping and screaming.

Bravo! Bravissimo! Clapping. Beautiful! Very beautiful.

"This was'a great idea. I haven't had the time to stop and sit back fer two weeks now. And I'm not half-way through meeting with the work I am tasked to." Jones kept talking with Kaira between his chewing and was clearly savoring every bite he took on the warm noodles. "But tell me more about the Phil.."

*Clapping*

Jones brought a hand onto the inner-side of his jacket in search of a holsters, but only for a split-second. As he stopped when he saw the figure coming down the main corridor. The sound of hands clapping in the empty theater echoed alike that of it's ghosts from the past glory days being brought back to life. It was eerie to say the least, and he wasn't the sort of feel shivers so easily. When the little man gave a "Bravo" his voice was so filled with confidence that our gangster actually believed he had just given out the most spectacular lunch-munching performance on his digestive career. So he did what one could but do when being so rightly praised at a stage: He got up, took two steps towards the front and bowed with a hand behind his back.

"Did we amuse ye, sir?"

The man came closer to the stage so that Kaira and Jones could now see the detail that his comical nose was, as if having been attached to his face being big as it was. Shining bald except above his ears, with the smallest round glasses sitting in front of a wide-eyed gazing look. He moved with his back straight and kept with himself a posture that probably made him live as long as he did and still be able to keep up with the agility a stage or a homeless strife would demand.

"It was beyond my expectations to have come here today on the looks for some... Reminiscence of my youth. And find much better." He said. "Allow me to introduce myself." He bowed lightly extending a "fan" of long skinny fingers sprouting out of a pair of pale hands at his side, and said: