Having to wait what felt like days for the flight back to the elegant mansion, Voods was relieved to have finally made it back to the grand city of Detroit. Getting his driver to follow back up the route to the mansion, he again left his car with the menacing valet. Stepping up towards Gary again, he could already tell he wouldn't have to refresh the mans memory. 

Go right ahead sir

Voods rushes through the front door, and see's PoisonousJelly slightly ahead of him. 

HEY! I'M AFTER JESSIE TOO! HE'S GOT WHAT I'M AFTER!

Having noted several cars parked in front of the building Santino knows that he is way off the pace here and is lagging seriously behind.

The inside of the mansion is just awe-inspiring, the lavish decor, the chandeliers and the plush carpets are just amazing.

Two skinny butlers appear from nowhere and lead him to a dining hall filled with a fine array of cuisine. As he thought, there are several guests here before him including the upper structure of the Banditos.

Having drunk to everyone's health and listened to the intersting speeches he settles down to a fine meal.

Suddenly, he thinks he's on to something and with a start he jumps out of his seat and starts running for the door.

Thankyou gentlemen, thankyou. He shouts over his shoulder. But I just have to run....

Valmont looks at all the dedicated and smart mafiosi running around the mansion looking for clues. It warmed his heard to see so many super-sluths trying to crack the codes set before them, and with such success. He knew that it took a pretty smart individual to even get this far. 

"I think Jessie's gone to bed," he mutters to himself, "but you cant quote me"

Mccer charges into the mansion, looking for jessie, jessie said he knew where the treasure was but there is no sign of him

*Lylithe raises her glass, drains it and heads to the door. Taking a deep breath she smiles and heads out, hoping she's not to far behind.*

Thanks for dinner tech, been fun, tell the chef less salt next time though. I'll see you in a while.

WhereWasI leaves Jessie_Pinkman's room, goes up a flight of stairs, and checks the room above his.

WhereWasI continues to check every floor above that one.

Moments after stepping off the place, Sammy bursts into the mansion, searching frantically for Jessie.

"Where the fuck is that guy, where's he gone?"

After a few more minutes of searching both high and low, Sammy stops for a breather.

"God that guy is a bit inconspicuous."

Gaining his breath back, Sammy begins searching again

"JESSIE! I WILL FIND YOU!"

WhereWasI continues checking the coat room, the bar, the entrance, the room across the hall from Jessie's room, the bath room, the study, the observatory, the room with a strange alter with lots of pictures of monkeys where PoisonousJelly was supposedly staying, the kitchen, the basement, and then just starts running around outside in frustration.

Overhearing Valmont's conversation, Sammy hears that Jessie may be in the bedroom. He makes his way along a corridor, up a long flight of weaving stairs to what almost looks like a set of dormitories. He looks around for a minute, before just getting on with it. Knocking on each and every door until he finds Jessie

After another trek cross the skies, a trip threw her home town and a bit of searching, Lylithe pads into Jessie's room and leans against the door frame with her eyebrow raised.

I hear you saw something I want, gonna tell me where? she smiles knowingly or do I have another plane to catch?

Desmond enters the mansion and, after enjoying a fantastic meal with his delightful hosts, helps himself to a cocktail and begins mingling with the other guests. Little does he know, the current one he has entered a deep philosophical discussion with is a houseplant.

The Bandito Family Mansion was spectacular. Jordan didn’t expect anything less from Technical and the Banditos who worked for him. The gorgeous Don from New York visited Detroit frequently for business and to purchase her guilty pleasure, grain alcohol. Jordan couldn’t get enough of the stuff. It’s what made Detroit one of her favorite cities to visit.

At the door Jordan whispered the password to the man with the Tommy gun. After walking into the mansion she stopped suddenly and stared in awe are the high arched ceiling and the sparking chandelier. She barely noticed the butlers who lead her down a hall to a large dining room.

“Hello, my friends.” Jordan greeted and smiled at the familiar faces around the table. “Wow! This is quite a feast. Everything looks and smells wonderful.” As Jordan approached the table she held up a foil covered plate and explained, “A little gift for Technical from the Manhattan Restaurant.” She put the plate on the table and looked at all the bottles of wine and other beverages. “I’d like a glass of your best grain alcohol, please."  

Voods driver was visibly getting annoyed at all the journeys that Voods had been taking that night. He'd had little sleep and had a wife and children to get home to. He caught Voods' gaze in the rear view mirror and Voods could see in his eyes that he wanted to ask something, but was unsure if he should. Voods noticed this.

Hey buddy, whats up? He asked the driver

Erm, I was just wondering sir. I gotta see my family at some point, will there be much more driving? The driver looked anxious, he knew the reputation this criminal kind had, and didn't want to upset his boss.

Haha, I'm sorry fella, but there's a lot of money at stake here. Tell you what, you can either go home now, go back to your wife and kids, and get comfy and await my call. Or you could carry on driving me until I get my hands on this prize. I promise you if you do, it'll be more than worth it. 

Having seen the sort of money his boss shifted, the driver was visibly interested in the prospect of a bonus on top of his normal pay. His look become more focussed, and one of curiosity. 

If you don't mind me asking boss, how much is at stake here? 

I could win myself ten mill here my friend. And I'll make sure you get what you deserve. Voods said with a smile on his face. He took out a cigarette and after tapping it on his tin a few times, placed it in his mouth and struck a match. After lighting his cigarette, he passed one to the driver. 

Now calm down, and wait here whilst I go check out the mansion again. 

Stepping out the car, Voods rushes up to the mansion, past Gary, and back into the main hall. He was after Jessie_Pinkman, and the treasure he kept speaking of. And if retracing his steps meant coming all the way back to the mansion again on a wild goose chase, he was willing to take that chance. The dollar signs were rolling in his eyes. 

Back in Motor City, Santino steps out of Detroit Municipal Airport and is surprised to see the very same driver parked right outside the entrance and holding the car door ajar for him to board.

Settling back for the drive the man from The Big Easy pops a couple of the pills he's picked up in Immortal's store in Chicago earlier that day. Damn Blue Hills is getting to be a right bad habit...

Pulling up outside the Mansion Santino sees that the car park is almost full and is glad that he's been allocated his own personal driver, business contacts in other cities are just as useful as those in New Orleans.

Howdy Tommy Gun Gary, nice to see you again so soon, Santino smiles at the guard on the door who seems to have a perpetual scowl on his face.

You let me in once so I guess that I'm good to go?

Not waiting for an answer the man from The Big Easy walks back into the now familiar lavish surroundings of The Banditos Mansion. Retracing his steps from the previous evening he treads the plush red carpet along the hallway and finds himself back by the large wooden doors.

No butlers this time he notices, perhaps he's too late.

Just then he sees Jesse_Pinkman bounding up the stairs in a hurry. Quick as a flash he follows the Bandito, being careful not to make too much noise and carrying his bulky frame with a grace beyond comprehension.

Santino sees Jessie enter what looks like a bedroom. Damn it man, he says, I ain't going to follow no guy into his own bedroom... Then he hears the click of the door lock and is quite relieved.

Santino waits outside wondering what to do. A squeek of a rusty hinge on a window frame alerts him to the situation and he just knows that Jessie has run again.

Taking some 'special tools' from a pouch within his pants Santino expertly releases the locking mechanism.

Entering the room he thinks may be a treasure chamber he sees the window flapping in the breeze and a shadowy figure jogging away down below.

Out of nowhere a hooded man runs straight past you, with a destination set on his path. It didn't look like Jessie_Pinkman, Valmont, or Technical. With that short glimpse you decide to follow the man. Adrenaline starts kicking you haven't felt so alive in a really long time. The hooded man keeps looking at all the doors just for a second and find one door of interest to him. He jolted as he could tell someone was hot on his trail. He goes thru the door titled Jessie_Pinkman's Room. The door slams.

BANG

The sound can be heard thru out the whole mansion. It startled you, making you think twice about entering the room. After remember that the reward was worth the risk. You take a full sprint towards the door. Before you get to the door a voice can be heard from inside the room.

Ahhhhhh.

You do a flying jump kick at the door, you break that door free from its hinges. It takes you a few seconds to get yourself back together. You couldn't help but think the voice sounds familiar almost like it had a New York accent. You regain your composure to find the room doesn't have your hooded man in it.

After the commotion had ended, Voods took a few seconds to gather himself and his thoughts. He was jumpy from lack of sleep, and pumped up on caffeine, and the situation had got him wired. He paused to think, his mind racing at where he could go next. Suddenly his face straightened, and he turned to walk out the door.

Sorry fellas, I've got a plane to  catch

-darkladyspirit- walks in very late after falling asleep whilst in the air. She utters the passcode then enters.

sorry im so late

She wonders if its already too late

Desmond reenters the mansion and pulls one of the butlers aside.

I'm here to see Jessie, it's very important. Is he around?

The buttler looks up from the antique urne he was polishing at Desmond and the several other Mafiosi running around looking for Jessie. He decided to give a group message for them all, so that they would stop dirtying his nice carpet with their inexplicable muddy feet. 

"Excuse me everyone. I just want you all to know that I have not seen Master Jessie for some time, Perhaps you should try searching."