"If they only knew the reason why you [i]were[/i] there, huh?" he smirked as his eyes remained on the road. Although he would never admit it out loud, Caleb was truly starting to enjoy Lola's company. Yes, she was a bit quirky and energetic - the opposite of himself - but the contrast of the two was bringing him out of his usually quiet and hardened demeanor.

The light hearted mood shifted to a much more serious one as Lola brought up the Nines. Then it really, really shifted.

"Wait, wait, wait," Caleb began, throwing up a hand, "the Nines are using the old fire station?" He immediately took out his phone and scrolled for Happy's name.

"Hey. 5th street fire house is being used by the Nines. Don't go near it til we can look into it. Thanks."

He nearly nossed his phone into the backseat and rubbed the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath, and after calming down, he looked to Lola and spoke quietly: "You're a goldmine of information and don't even know it."

He pulled into a small bar's parking lot and hopped out of the trunk. "Stay close," he said as he lit the cigarette dangling out of his mouth. "Some of the regulars are sketchy." 

They sat at one corner of the bar and Caleb ordered a whiskey neat, and allowed Lola to order what she wanted. 

"So, do you know of any other locations the Nines use that don't seem to be their turf?" He scratched at his head as he began to feel a bit guilty. The man who would have provided her with all this information was one who severely traumatized her. But, his crew came first. Or at least, that's what he was always told. "If you'd rather not talk about it," he folded, "it's fine."