[center][h1][i][color=e3b28d]Clover Mae Tarvelli[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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A bellowing laugh came from James Tarvelli's mouth as Iykos pointed out the sniper in the attic. [b]"Alright kid, you got it."[/b] he said, as he turned towards the house and raised two fingers, signaling that the deal had gone correctly and that he wasn't needed anymore. [b]"I'll be seeing you in three days then, give me some pictures of some titties and asses on that phone as well if you can. It gets lonely in here, and I can't spank off to my daughter anymore she's getting too old."[/b] his eyes widened in a crazy look. He was a disgusting man, this much they knew was true.

They shook hands on it, the deal was done.

Howard, Clover's stray cat she had been kind of feeding and taking care of rubbed against her leg lovingly. [i]"Hi baby."[/i] she cooed, as she squatted down and pet through his always matted fur. Clover glanced up at Iykos as he took his leave, she watched him tug at his collar suggesting something. Looking back down to Howard's collar she noticed a small note tucked in. She reached for it and unfolded it, her bright eyes reading the context as her mouth gaped slightly.

[b]"I pursued my enemies and crushed them. 
I did not turn back until they were destroyed' 2 Samuel 22 38
James Tarvelli is my enemy. You are not. I implore you to keep it that way."[/b]
[i]~Iykos[/i]

Swallowing, yes swallowing the note, she swooped up the cat swiftly and turned around around to walk back into the house. She wouldn't have swallowed the note if she hadn't thought it was possible that her father would search every inch of her if he had an inkling of doubt that she wasn't 100% on his side through anything. Dropping the cat in the entry way of the house, she went into the kitchen where they had piles of stocked food and opened up a can of cat food for the creature. She dropped it into a porcelain chipped bowl for the creature as she leaned against the run down counters. 

She had to get out.

James Tarvelli walked in a few minutes later, plopping down on a couch and beginning to take a nap. He would deal with his men a little later in the evening, as that is when things usually became more active.