Mister Jones heard the gunfire outside, followed quickly by the screaming. The agents all puled out of the club as soon as they couod, and when they left his office he went to the camera monitors. He didn't need to look at them to know who was causing such a roar.
Erickson. 
He was quickly proving bad for buisness, and he hated it when buisness was interrupted. He got out his phone and flipped open his little black book. It was full of names and numbers of people who he has either met or geard about. He was looking for one in particular, and he found it easily.

Cupid. Even though him and Cupid had butted heads every now and then, Mister Jones liked Cupid very much. He was the only man he respected, feared and thought of as a friend. He dialed the number, hoping that Cupid wasn't in the middle of something very important.