New York City, Blackwell Island 3:01 PM

Billy Mastrosimone was no longer a man to be fucked with, not in this city at least. When he had a man come down earlier that day to talk with Roland about his involvement with the hospital, well, Roland knew better than to turn the guy away. It was a simple conversation. Roland explained that, for a fee, he provided 'entertainment' to the inmates here. The guy didn't like them being called inmates, but that's what they were. The place was a prison, they couldn't leave, they screamed all damned day, and most importantly, none of em were here cause they wanted to be. So when he was given the name of Sarah Burdet and told to get her ready to talk, well, he did some digging of his own.

Turned out that Mastrosimone's kid was adopted, her real name was Burdet and she visited the place as often as she could. Good to know, now what the fuck a man like Mastrosimone wanted to do with a lady who could barely form words? Well, Roland didn't want to find out. So, he stood outside of the hospital smoking his cigarette waiting for ImasheKorbinchenko and AntonioBrown to show up.

From what he understood they could be rough, but as long as he got them in to see the lady, things would go just fine.

AB had been with Imashe when she got the call from Billy, to head down to a mental institution from the sounds of it. They were to meet a woman who Billy had specifically asked Imashe to speak with. He wasn't privy to much beyond that. Most of the time he just did what he was told when it came to this life. He was much more interested in trying to get his legit business deals off the ground, and sure working with mobsters presented a bit of added insurance. It was also a thing that he'd been spending a lot of time with Imashe since rescuing her from the streets of Chicago. She had dove into the street life headfirst here once she was given a new home and a new opportunity, which made sense since, it was in her family background and she had grown up around mobsters.

Antonio had become something of a driver and a protector to the woman, in their time working together. The two of them had also grown close, with him living with her, and her making a name for herself in the criminal world in New York. So it was a given that the two of them went on this venture together, for the acting head of all criminal operations in New York. They were headed to a place called Blackwell Island. Given that neither AB nor Imashe were locals of the state, they had to be given directions, or Imashe was given directions to be more exact, and she was relaying them down to AB as he tried to focus on the road.

"We're just about here, Billy said the guy would meet us out front right?" AB asked.

AB was able to spot a man outside the front of the place smoking a cigarette. He eyeballed the car as they pulled to halt in a parking spot not too far away from the man. AB put the car in park and hopped out to get the door for Imashe. Once he helped her out the car the two made their way over to the man they had spotted when first pulling into the place. He was done smoking by now and was looking at them expectantly. The two came to a stop a little bit in front of him, with Imashe closer to the man than he was. Antonio looked around to make sure there was nobody else here that wasn't supposed to be, or that nobody was paying more attention to them than they should normally be. He kept a lookout and kept an ear open to what was being said as Imashe took the lead over the situation.

Roland put out the butt of the cigarette on the ground as the two approached. He nodded toward them and gave them a once over with his eyes.

"You two must be the folks sent here for Mastrosimone huh? Well come on then, let's get you inside."

He made his way back to the building, hoping the two followed and didn't pull any kind of bullshit. If they did, he was a dead man, then again, they might not live long after that anyway so there was comfort in that. His own boss wouldn't be happy with a dead dealer, that was for sure.

"You're her cousins if anyone asks." He pulled the loud creaky metal door open so they could head inside the dark building. Roland of course was used to the stench, and the damp air. The island was an unforgiving place, and the Hospital? Well it wasn't the cleanest place to work. As they made their way down a hallway, a couple of patients slammed against the doors in an attempt to get attention. Roland ignored it, he was sure the other two didn't. He pulled out a set of keys and then opened a door that led to Sarah's room. She lay there in bed, unmoving, just like she had for the past decade. It was one of his jobs to turn her over every couple of hours so she didn't get sore in the same spot. He had even got her to sit up in the early days.

"Well, there she is, she's not gonna talk to you though, not unless you know some magic trick I don't." He scoffed and looked down the hallway in each direction. "I've tried everything, pot, opium, hell I even tried to give her some heroin once, honestly, just put her to sleep. I thought she died. Nothing works."He turned to Sarah then and snapped his fingers. "Hey! Sarah! Your cousin's are here!"

There was no response from the woman on the bed, and Roland shrugged. "See what I mean? Nothing. So have at it, I'll keep an eye out if you don't mind."

With that, he stood in the doorway with his back to the room.

it had been a few weeks since AB had found her in the dark alley all bloody and bruised, slowly Imashe found her feet in the streets working her way up. Her ribs were slowly healing and was loving  spending time with AB working on the files of her father's. Coming across the name of this woman from within the reports, it made her angry that Victor had her sent here over witnessing something. 

Running her fingers through her long dark hair as she  shot AB a look and shrugs as rolled her eyes. " If you say so, but if this is trap. I will not be best please" 

Something was off about this place as she could smell the stench of mould and urine. This made Imashe gag and jump slightly to the banging of the doors. As they went deeper into the building a  shiver ran down her spine as she walked next to AB into the darkness

"I hate these places,  as they give me the fucking creeps. just let us get this over with, I have a feeling that this girl is one we are looking for in my father's files" Looking up to AB and shook her head remembering the pictures she and AB had seen of a young woman. 

As the entered the room, Imashe saw a lifeless body of the woman upon her bed. Sadness filled her eyes "Have you no shame Sir to pump her full with drugs." She clenched her fist as she reached out to the dirt ridden hair, that was once dark but now dry and straw like texture. "Tell me how the fuck she ended up here."

Turning back to the girl as she whispered softly in her native tongue "who did this to you?".

Roland shook his head and spoke backward into the room.

"I was trying to bring her back. The lobotomy is what got her like that, not me. Only thing in her file that seemed to get her goat, and this was fifteen years ago mind you, was her kid. Belongs to some Don or something now. Can't get information on that one the guy crossed all his t's and dotted all his i's after she came to visit."

He shrugged and turned to look at the woman on the bed and shivered as she was now sitting up and looking right... at... him.

"Ma fille? Où est-elle? Ma petite?"

The sound that came out of her was monotone and unfeeling, and yet, it was the first set of words Roland had ever heard the woman speak. It sent a shiver down his spine all over again.

"Je vais vous dire tout ce que vous voulez savoir, promettez-moi que rien ne sera fait à ma fille."

The woman scurried to the end of the bed and stared at the man who had come with Imashe. It made sense after all, he was the biggest one in the room, and clearly she thought someone was going to hurt her, or her daughter.

Roland sighed and felt in his pocket to make sure the syringe was still there.

Imashe walked over to the bed and crouched down in front of the woman, reaching out her hand in order to calm her. Sadness filled her eyes as she felt compassion for this poor woman.

"Je ne suis pas là pour te faire du mal, mais je ne sais pas où est ta petite fille." she spoke softly to her as Imashe looked back to the man. "No more with the drugs." 

She sighed softly as she moved closer to the woman, gently lifting a strand of hair from her eyes and tucking it behind the ear. 

"Où est ta fille? Je vais la trouver et la protéger de ma vie. Je te le promets. J'ai besoin de réponses sur quelques points. Peux-tu le faire pour moi?"​​​​​​​ Knowing she needed to get this woman out of this place as she saw the signs of the abuse all to well. Her mother was a scared, frail shell of herself once Victor had finished with her.

"I need to see the file of hers and i want to see it now, so i suggest you go fetch it..This stinks big time and it has the mark of Victor all over it" Getting up from her crouched position and began to pace, shaking her head as she looked down at the woman.

Roland shrugged and did as he was told. He returned a few minutes later with the woman's file. He arrival in New York, her admittance to the hospital by a man named Bonnot. It told of the crazed rantings about how she was not crazy, night and day. The doctors had ordered a lobotomy about a month into her stay. She had little to no visitors during her stay, but became much more relaxed since that, only speaking under one occasion, when she was visited by two of her brothers and a small girl about a decade ago.

Short of that it had little and less on treatment, almost as if, post-lobotomy there was none other than 'keep her alive' and not much of that either.

"Anything interesting in there?" Roland asked after a few minutes of looking into Sarah's eyes. She had gone quiet again when everyone stopped talking about her daughter.

Imashe took the file from the man's hands and began to read the pages carefully. Then narrowed her eyes at him noticing a few of the pages missing "Uhmm, there are a few things missing in this file. Where the fuck are they?" 

Turning her head as she crouched down near the woman and pulled out a photo of the murdering bastard Victor. Speaking softly to her 

"Est-ce que vous qui cet homme est mon cher?" before turning her head to look up at Antonio and then to the man, holding out the picture towards him.

Imashe was clearly getting angry deep inside and not getting the answers she wanted from this man. Seeing this woman in this place with god knows what criminals were hiding behind their doors. The thought sent shivers through her body as she recalled seeing her mother hiding in her room broken from the grief and beatings which she endured from the hands of Victor or his men.

AB was relieved that Imashe was there to take a hands on approach when things looked like they were ready to get out of hand. It seem the woman had come to life, when something was said about her child. She then began to speak in a different language and move a bit before going to a vegetative state once more. When she did move, she stared at him before Imashe went to go talk to her more directly. He couldn't tell what the look on her face was before it was gone. The man who had overseeing her appeared to be correct in his words earlier. The woman seemed to only react about certain things and that was it, because everything else that was being said was seemed to go in one ear and out the other. 

AB didn't know how to feel about this situation or what to think. He didn't know much of anything that was going on and was just there for support. He almost felt like he could've stayed out in the car, but he knew Imashe was more comfortable with him looking out for her, even if she wouldn't exactly admit it. The one who was looking out for them and apparently instructed to keep an eye on the woman they were here to see, didn't seem to care anymore than he had to. Some of his methods seemed to upset Imashe, but AB couldn't necessarily blame the guy. If it was him in his shoes, he probably wouldn't really prefer to be so closely associated with this situation either, it was quite a tough one. 

He decided he'd continue to just keep and ear open to whatever it was they were talking about while keeping his an extra eye out on the door. The setting of the place made it hard to relax, or even give off the impression of being relaxed. He watched as the man left once Imashe told him to leave and go fetch her a specific folder that she wanted. He came back rather quickly, and Imashe didn't seem entirely pleased with the results. 

He turned an eye to the woman on the bed, idly wondering just what it was this woman went through to get her to this position. He briefly had an idea, to try and get her to talk, but he didn't want to tempt fate too much. He also knew they would probably get nowhere if they continued to try and softly beat around the bush like this. He didn't know if they were here to rescue the woman or not, but he couldn't exactly keep his tongue in cheek any longer. 

"Imashe, if you wanna get her to talk to you, she seems to only respond to things about her daughter. It's like a trigger word for her. She's obviously been traumatized to the point of speech loss and carelessness, and this place isn't exactly the kind of place people who want to get better are sent. Try talking to her about her daughter Imashe, see how that goes." Antonio suggested. 

He was fine with the slow and steady approach but it would be nice to get some progress.  

Imashe looked at Antonio and stood up from her crouching position, walking over to him  "I need her to get her away from this dump first and take her back to our place. We need to find her relatives if they are alive still" She sighed softly turning her head and looked at the man, walking over towards him and pulling out her gun. 

Turning the gun around in her hand swinging it hard at the attendant's head with a loud crack as he falls back against the wall. Watching him slump with blood trickling from his mouth as she went over to check for a pulse. "He will survive but will have a really bad headache when he wakes" 

Imashe walks over and leans down in front of the woman. "Nous devons Vous Sortir d'ici tout de suite. Trouver votre fille et votre famille." replacing her gun into the holster within her jacket and held out her hand to the woman 

"Viens avant qu'il se réveille, sortons vite de cet endroit"​​​​​​​

Sarah reached out and took the other woman by the hand almost as if it were instinct. As they ran through the hallway though she seized for a moment as alarms began to ring.

"Comment pouvons-nous sortir? Je ne connais pas le chemin, s'il vous plaît mademoiselle, vous connaissez le chemin oui?"

Sarah stared into the woman's eyes and shirked away from the larger man she was with before turning and looking down the hallway where footsteps could be heard coming from.

She took Sarah's hand and looks back at Antonio,  " get your gun out ready, here comes trouble " kicking off her heels and putting them in her bag. Looking around as she drew her gun and shot at the guard that came towards her and Sarah. Catching him square in the middle of his forehead, blood sprayed from the wound as the guard falls back to the ground.

Running past the fallen man as the doors around the three of them banged and screams from the insane patients. Causing a commotion which caused more guards to head their way with heavy running steps  "Fuck they are coming AB, we need to get her out of here now"  

Swinging around and shot at the guard behind Antonio, giving him a wink as they headed towards the entrance to the wing. Imashe tried to keep her mind on the job of getting out of the rat-infested dump. Taking a deep breath and nearly lost her stomach contents as she turned her head and saw a patient on his bed playing with himself.

"Oh for fuck sake we are shooting out here and that bastard is playing with himself. "

Turning her head as she pulled Sarah behind protecting the woman with her body "Reste près de nous et ne regarde pas cet homme, Sarah. Tu ne veux pas regarder ça." Heading to the door waited for more guards.

"Go along with her AB" they said. "It'll just be a simple escorting job." They said. AB had no idea what it was he was getting into when he agreed to accompany Imashe on this little "adventure", but like most times when he accompanied her, his life was on the line again. The risk of getting caught in this mental asylum was high. AB had more than half a mind to just turn on his burners and sprint his way out of this place, but he knew he couldn't leave Imashe behind. She had knocked the man out that had taken them to the room where the woman they were here for was. He should've known that they weren't just here for a simple meeting. Nothing was ever simple and easy with Imashe, the woman seemed to attract danger like a magnet. 

Things picked up once their escort got knocked out. Imashe held her hand out to the woman who was pretty much lifeless during the whole time they were there. She took Imashe's hand and they took off. It took AB's mind a moment to catch up with the situation, even though she had spoken to them before they took off. Self preservation kicked in and instead of pulling out his gun, he ran after them instead. He wasn't much of a shooter anyway, he was mostly there to look tough, but when it came down to it, he wasn't a man of action in this life, just one of support mostly. 

Either way, one thing he knew he could rely on was his speed. He ran and quickly caught up with the two women. Just as he was Imashe turned and fired a shot in his direction. He continued moving forward, unable to stop and roll or turn or anything, and he was lucky he couldn't. Apparently she was shooting at someone behind him, and she had hit her mark if the cry of pain coming from behind him was anything to go by. He continued running. He could pass them both but he decided to provide protection from the rear while Imashe handled what was ahead. That was until she began slowing down as something off to the side had caught her attention. Apparently a man pleasuring himself had disgusted her so much she needed to address it. AB, however was of a different mindset. 

"Imashe, fuck the dude jacking himself, we need to get the fuck out of here, and figure out where we're going with this woman." He shouted. 

He looked and saw a few more guards approaching. He wasn't sure if they were armed or not, with this being a mental hospital and all, but he wasn't going to wait and find out. Pulling the pistol out of his waistband finally, he fired shots in the oncoming guards' direction, forcing them to duck and dive behind cover, or get hit by his erratic aim. He wasn't particularly hoping to hit any of them, but he was a little disappointed that he couldn't at least get near any of them really. He was relieved that the shots in their direction was enough to frighten them for the time being. 

Antonio then handed his gun to Imashe. 

"Here, you hold it down right here, give me about a minute to a minute and a half and then break for front door we came in. I'll have the car around at the front of the place by then." He instructed. 

He looked up and saw that most of the guards were still currently in cover, weighing their options on whether to come out and continue their pursuit, or wait it out for more backup. AB knew as soon as they'd see him take off, they'd instinctively react and try to chase again, or at least the more foolish ones would. Imashe would be able to hit the ones that did, and she'd have extra bullets now and an additional gun. He knew she could handle herself which is why he was okay with doing this. He also knew the woman they had brought along seemed to fear him, so he didn't even think of bringing her along. He needed to move quickly, and if she decided to become lifeless weight again, that would dampen his plan. 

Antonio gave Imashe a look and a nod, before nodding and turning in the opposite direction they were facing, and taking off. He bolted as fast as he could to the front entrance. Along the way a few people tried to grab at him, but AB used his football background and his elusiveness to avoid them. At the entrance blocking the way was a taller guard, with some stock to him. He blocked off the way between him and the front door. Antonio quickly assessed the situation and his options. 

He was a pretty quick thinker and it didn't take him long to come up with a plan. He wasn't entirely sure if it was going to work or not, but he'd try his best and hope for the best. He stopped a little distance from the bigger man in front of him and just looked on. He knew he didn't have a lot of time for this so he hunched over looking like he was going to try and run right over the man. The bigger guard in front of him got a smirk on his face like he was amused and looking forward to this. AB's look was one of determination. 

"Try your best little guy." The guard commented. 

AB took a couple steps back to gather all the momentum he could and ran at the man as fast as he could. As he was about in front of him he stopped up a bit short and pulled his right leg back, before launching it forward, right into the bigger man's lower region. The man looked him, shocked at what he just did, but groaning lowly, before giving on very loud moan of pain, and slumping to the floor, holding his family jewels. Antonio now had the smirk on his face instead. 

He knew he didn't really have time, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned over the man. 

"That's how we do it where I'm from, big man." He mocked, and gave the man a hard kick to the head for good measure.

He was brought back to reality with the sound of gunfire. He quickly shook off the situation in front of him, and rushed back to the parking spot where their car was. He quickly got in and fiddled around his pocket for the car keys. Once he got them, he put them in the ignition and started the car. Quickly he pulled it around to the front of the building and hit the horn a few times just to let them know he was in position now and waiting for them. He waited for them, really hoping and praying they would be able to get out of there just the two of them. He felt bad leaving, but he was the better runner, and the better driver of them, while Imashe was good with the physical stuff. He just hoped she could take on everything else that was left in there, so they could get out of here. 

Sarah cowered against the wall as gunfire went off, but when one of the guards charged from behind, she reached out and pulled the knife from the woman next to her. Sarah had seen it when she first walked in, but she only had two hands, and now each was occupied with a gun. No need for a knife then.

She slid it out of it's place in her sheath, and then turned and slid it into a new home inside the man who was moving to grab at her. She putt a finger to her lips as he stared down at where she had penetrated him. Both his hands went to the knife. Sarah whispered.

"If you pull it out, you will bleed to death. If you leave it in, you might have a chance to get to a hospital in time."

The guard stumbled back and then leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the floor, knife still sticking in him, his breathing quickening. Clearly he was about to panic. Sarah went back to being in a cowering and catatonic state, simply staring at the woman Imashe, waiting for her to make a move.

Imashe felt a slight movement from her waistband, looking down to see Sarah stab a guard in the chest by her knife. Hearing Sarah speaking in English confused her even more but frowning.

Looking back towards the entrance another two guards appeared, swinging her gun around "Duck Sarah!" she said as she shot the one in the chest three times as he fell to the ground. Pointing the gun at the other and shot him in the kneecaps hearing his cries of pain as he fell, Imashe frowned as she recognized him from the past. Walking up to him and gripped him by the collar, leaning into his ear " you can tell Victor, I will be coming for him." His eyes went wild as she shot him in the head point-blank range, blood splattering her face "

Standing up and grabbing Sarah's hands, then ran to the waiting car that AB had pulled up out the front. Pulling open the door and let her get in the back seat. "Lay down until we are out of this place."

Turning her head and looks at him "Drive home, we can sort out what to next after some good meal and bath. I think Sarah would like some tidy food for once other than the crap they have been feeding her for the past decade. I will ring around my contacts to find out if she has any family left. "

Resting her head back, heart racing deep within her chest. Leaning forward and grabbing some tissue from her bag along with the shoes, Imashe slipped them on and cleaned her face as best as she could until they reached her apartment.

Sarah stepped out of the car in front of a building and then turned toward ImasheKorbinchenko.

"Est-ce là que vit l'Italien?"

She had been waiting more than a decade to meet the man who her daughter claimed had saved her. She knew she had to meet him, to see him. Brigitte spoke so highly of him every time she came to visit, she wanted to see him. To show him, in what way she could, exactly what she thought of him. He was supposed to be big, and soft-hearted. Brigitte loved him, it was enough foe Sarah.

Imashe shook her head as she laid a hand upon Sarah's shoulder, leading her into the apartment.

"Non, c'est chez moi et chez Antonio. Je t'ai amené ici pour que tu puisses prendre un bain et des vêtements propres. Avec de la nourriture décente, je passerai quelques coups de fil pour voir si nous pouvons trouver cet italien. D'accord"

She felt sorry for the woman and wanted to help her to find this man, who may know where the daughter was. As she turned to her 

"Quel était le nom de cet homme?"

Walking with her to the bathroom and the bathtub, turning on the taps as the hot water slowly fills the bottom then add a little cold and some scented bubbles of lavender. Imashe spoke softly 

"Bain, pendant que je vais te chercher quelque chose à porter. Je sais comment tu te sens alors que j'ai eu une période difficile avec les hommes mauvais aussi. Tu vois cet homme là-bas, il m'a sauvé aussi. Si ce n'était pas pour lui, je aurait été mort dans une ruelle "​​​​​​​

Sarah nodded and looked to the door, "Mastrosimone" was the only word she said before she shooed Ismashe out into the apartment again and started to take off her dirty, urine stained clothes and climb into a bath. A proper bath. Not like the sponge bath of ice-cold dirt water that they would give them in the Asylum. She sighed heavily. She was out of that place, the woman and the man who had helped her? She owed them a debt of gratitude, she may even give them a little something once her debts were all paid. First 'Mister Billy' and then her jewels. After that, maybe a visit back here again once the heat died down and she would give the woman now in the other room a nice retirement bonus.

She turned her head and looked at Sarah "As in Billy Mastrosimone" then she is pushed out of the room to make a phone call to her friend. Imashe sighed as she heads the bedroom and looks through her wardrobe, grabbing a red blouse along with a skirt. laying it upon the bed for when she got out of the bath. 

Walking to the bathroom door and spoke "There be a few things out here for you to wear, while I go and make you something to eat" she smiled as she walks out of the bedroom and heads to the kitchen. Looking in the refrigerator to see what they had to offer Sarah, grabbing some cheese, butter. Taking them over to the counter and set them down, reaching up to grab a pan placing it over the flames. she started to make a white cheese sauce.

Sarah bathed herself and then toweled off, she wrapped one towel around her head and then walked into the bedroom and over to the vanity. She rummaged and found a shade of lipstick she liked and a powder that suited her and put on both. It was like riding a bike, she had never forgotten how to make herself look pretty, only tucked it away in her mind. It had taken her years since Brigitte started visiting to remember all the little things, but she did remember, piece by piece.

Once that was done and her new clothes were on, she opened the door.

"Oui, Billy Mastrosimone. Il est le père adoptif de ma petite fille. Pouvez-vous me prendre à lui maintenant?"

She took one step toward the couple in the other room, and one step toward the door.