Ryker grinned at Deserae's response, knowing she would give in to the request. Albeit reluctantly. He trotted off toward the exit with that trademark smirk and chuckled as if he knew something no one else did. This was an important mission. One he'd be aware of, but there were other matters he had to take care of for the gang. So, he disappeared into the darkness of the night. Off to take care of whatever task Fitzy had for him. He was sure to hear back on the results from Terry and the other members. Fitzy made it clear to him that diagnosing their effectiveness with or without Jake was important. But with the new guy, it made everything a little more intriguing. 

Jake waited for Deserae to get a change of clothes. He wasn't sure how things would turn out. This was the first time in a while he had ever gone on a mission. A much different kind of mission, but a mission all the same. All Cotton knew was that he had the gun, and he had no intention on using it to kill anyone. He was confident enough with his marksmanship that he felt no one would suffer serious harm. If everything went right, he wouldn't even have to pull the trigger. Cotton simply tucked it away on the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt down.

On the way to the cage fights, Jake didn't say much of anything to Deserae. His cold blue eyes only looked forward, seemingly devoid of emotion on the surface. But if someone looked close, they could see the fragments moving and trying to put themselves back together. Looking for something he had lost, but would never find; at least not yet. For most of the walk, he wasn't even very close to her. He didn't want anyone to suspect they were together, and avoiding suspicion was vital especially because this area was frequented by the Wolves often. And, he had no idea whether any of them recognized her as a Lost One. Low profile was ideal.

Even when he did walk side by side with Deserae, Cotton was as silent as the stillness of a dark and windless night deep in the woods of abandoned country. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in her womanly figure in that less than modest dress. While he recognized the curves of her feminine figure, his gaze wasn't much of primal attraction. He studied her with curiosity. As though he could figure out who she was, or why she was there with only a look. What was her story? He slipped into his bad habit of smoking every so often. But, it helped is nerves, or that's what he told himself. The gray vapor seeped into his body and relaxed him, he felt he couldn't stop his sudden outbursts of alertness without them. Loud crashing noises made him jump sometimes. Tonight he needed to be focused and collected. Eventually getting to the cage fights without having said a single word to Deserae. He waited for her to walk in, then caught up before following in.

Inside, he knew she had acquired the cash. He wanted her to count it faster and in a less public fashion. Cotton figured he'd do that later. The crowd was deafening, and he noticed this 'Deon'. Tough, tattooed and muscular. Jake wondered if he was a gang member. If he was, he would be trouble and he knew he'd need to watch him in the cage and analyze all of his fighting techniques. Find the strengths and be aware of them, discover the weaknesses to take advantage. And, he found a shorter man with black jeans and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. His hair was jet black and shaved almost to the point of being bald. A toothpick sticking out of his teeth as he had a box underneath his feet and a hat in his hand with some cash in it.

The bookie…

Cotton moved up to Deserae as she was adjusting her dress. He laid a soft, re-assuring hand onto her shoulder and spoke his first words to her the entire time they'd known each other.

"You look good, stop worrying about it. The bookie is to your left, the cash box is under his feet. Watch out for the knife that may or may not be in the right side of his jacket. But definitely be aware of the gun he has on the left…" Jake stated, having looked at him thoroughly the entire time. "I'll be close, but not too close. By the way, do you know anyone else here who is a L-… who is one of us? I'd like to know so I can find them and keep them in the loop. My eyes will be on you the entire time so don't feel unsafe."