"Yeah, I agree. And I'm fine. Besides the fact I may need to go and have my back massaged." Toke says jokingly. The group made their way down to the street and hopped into the vehicle.

"Ditch the cops!" Pablo said, closing the passenger door. Toke pressed his foot on the gas and, before he knew it, the sirens were off far into the distance.

"It's been good working with you Pablo, if you ever need help again, make sure you contact me." He said, stepping out of the vehicle to board his flight back to Vegas.

Before the car drove off, Toke turned around.

"By the way, thanks for saving my ass."

"Anytime." Pablo said, smiling, and the car sped away.

As Praeceps hung up the phone, he thought back over the information that had been passed on to him. It seemed that this was indeed, only a n exploratory exercise. Carl's boss was not yet looking to start a full out war. That would change in time, maybe. But for now, Praeceps knew one thing: his job wasn't finished.

He made his way back o the bar were the fight had taken place. The cops had done a good job in securing the place and they hadn't missed much. One thing they had missed though, had been the room in which the girl was being kept. Praeceps made his way back to the hidden room, carefuly avoiding disturbing what remained of the scene, drawing his pistol as he walked. If Carl was as sloppy as Praeceps suspected, he hadn't just beaten the girls. And men like Carl couldn't keep their mouths shut at the best of times, much less when they were thinking with the wrong head.

After eliminating the girl adn resealing the room, Praeceps left the establishment. Carl's men were dead. Carl was dead. The only other person who might have known who Carl worked for was dead. All in all, not a bad day. If a war could be prevented, than thhat was what Praeceps would try for. After all, war is bad for business. 

Unless one was in the arms trade...