[i][color=purple][center][h1]James 'Iykos' Frost [/h1][/center][/color][/i]
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Iykos' hand briefly ghosted over the grip of his gun as Clover stopped by the car, his eyes narrowing as he took in the fairly obvious extent of her abuse. He knew that James Tarvelli would try to lean this meeting more in his favour but he wasn't expecting him to get Clover involved, although in hindsight he probably should have. She was quite low on his records; apart from the activities she was trying to hide from her father, she was not a threat, not worth investigating. Maybe he'd have to renege that assessment, in case he tries to pull this stunt again...

[color=purple]"I'm not in the mood for any games, Tarvelli, so I'll cut straight to the point..."[/color]

Levelling the smug man with a serious look, He produced a folded map from the pocket of his overcoat. It was an old city map, specifically the map to the city now known as The World's Prison. On it was a tightly grouped collection of 3 areas marked in pen, each one slightly larger than a city block. He handed the map and pen to the other man

[color=purple]"I want you and your men out of the areas marked on this map. In return, I'll erase the data we talked about previously, over the phone. If you have a problem, I'm sure the Black Out Connection can find that data [i] really [/i] interesting." [/Color]

As the other man scanned the map, making a few pen marks here and there, Iykos gave Clover another look as she tried to make herself out of the way before he slowly looked around the cul-de-sac. Even though it seemed clear, he quickly checked his smartphone (a miracle find in this prison) and tapped into the local camera networks. Something was off... it was too quiet, and it was going too smoothly...