Lada wanders around aimlessly. After both her mother's funerals she didn't know what to do. She was left with questions. Why did they live a secret life? Why didn't they warn her about this? So much she didn't know about her parents. She decided to find out what happened to Melis and Aphrodite.

Lada slips into the apartment and starts going through the papers in Melis' room. File after file with nothing but her stock broking business. Almost ready to give up she spots a little notebook. Opening it she reads off the list of names, CrazyNine, Trixie, and a bunch of other names. She stuffs the notebook into her bag and heads over to Aphrodite's files. Sitting at the desk she leafs through the files. After a few files of fashion designs she flips to the back. Finding a notebook in the back of the files she leafs through it. Only one name came up, Cryptic. Placing that notebook into her bag she leaves the room. 

Grabbing her car keys off the shelf she heads back outside. Sliding into the drivers seat she takes a deep breath and searches for Cryptic's address. With a puzzled expression she double checks the address. Business district? Hmm. Deciding to check it out she heads over to that part of the city. 

Once she reaches the address she parks the car. Getting out she stops a few men she sees lurking around the building. Walking over to them shyly she asks, "Would you happen to know where I could find Cryptic?" The men grunt and point towards inside. Hesitating for only a minute before heading inside. Noticing a secretary, or what she assumed was the secretary, Lada asks if she knew where to find Cryptic. Upon being informed that he was away from the office on business Lada leaves the building and gets back into her car. Sadly disappointed to not have answers about Aphrodite she decides to try the CrazyNine person and find out more about her other mother Melis. 

Again another business location. She was starting to wonder if it was really business. These so called businesses didn't seem to have too many people coming in or out and it was very quiet inside the buildings. Shrugging off the weird feeling she gets out of her car and enters the building. Walking over to the male assistant standing nearby she politely asks if he knew where she could find an individual named CrazyNine. He immediately escorted her to an office. Knocking a few times on the door before opening it. 

Lada steps in and is immediately in awe of her surroundings. Quickly straightening her back she turns to face the man behind the desk. All of a sudden her questions came tumbling out. He listened intently, nodding every once in awhile. He waited until she had all her questions out on the table and then offered her a chair. He spent hours explaining what Melis was like in this side of her life. Lada waited for the confusion to clear up with each question CrazyNine answered. When it was all said and done she knew what she wanted to do. No longer innocent from the shady life her parents were in, her last question was if she could join with CrazyNine. 

That is how I became a Hawk and entered into the business of crime.

 Vegas_Cassanova listens intently on ladas story. She said a name that strung a chord in his memory, MELIS. Trying To remember who Melis was he looked up into the Eyes of Lada and the image of her mother, a woman he once knew began to appear. Without trying to cause an unedgy feeling he speaks out to Lada.

"Lada im sorry about your loss. Infact Im sorry that you Got into this life of crime its actually quite horrible. if theres anything you ever need girl you just let me know ok!"

Vegas_Cassanova hands her an envelope containing money. And gets into a car with a most bewildered look on his face.

Trixie stood to listen to Lada's story

I knew your mother and was saddened by her death, a tragic loss! I'm glad you got some of the answers you were seeking, and now you're a Hawk, I hope we can continue to work like I did with Melis.

Trixie nodded at Lada and noted that Lada had that same look of determination as Melis, before making her way to the nearest cafe.