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[b]Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant[/b]
The rest of the group may have decided that essentially using themselves as bait was the best course of action, but Syed said nothing. He bowed his head, his eyes scrunched closed and his eyebrows knitted. Who knew who it was doing this? It could be anything - a single well connected individual or a group, a smuggling kind of thing or something much more sinister. He didn't care than Josette had apparently been fine in there before, as far as he was concerned that was like playing russian roulette. If they had reason to believe that these people were poaching the girls from these places...

Slowly, he raised his gaze to meet Estelle. If there was anyone he knew could handle themselves, it was Estelle. She had single handedly took on Lucifer after all. And in the end of the day... he trusted her more than most. Plus as far as he was concerned, the decision here didn't lie with Thunderhawk, regardless of his status as mission leader. Or on him or any of the male members of the group, or Moira or even possibly Amy. It was with those who would be most at risk, and if Estelle felt it needed to be done then that was that.

"Okay," he said resignedly, the look on his face making it perfectly clear what his thoughts were on the matter. "Just tell me where you need me, and I'll support you all the way."

[i]"We have your backs."[/i] Lucien grinned.

"Yeah I ain't been clubbin' in ages!" Moira wooped. She would definately stick out like a sore thumb, but she had never been the sort to care.

"How's the food?"

That was not Cid, Cid was at the other end of the table looking at whoever stood behind them a little warily. Syed frowned a little, his brain whirring away as always. He recognised the accent from somewhere, although he couldn't think where straight away. He turned in his seat, and... OH GODS IT'S HIM!

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Gordon looked a lot more pleasant here somehow though, probably because he wasn't busy yelling at anyone. Syed span back to face forwards, realised he hadn't even noticed that his main had been served, and hastily started tucking in before he could be shouted at. And immediately regretted not doing so sooner. Well he asked for spicy, and he certainly got it. It was wonderful. "It's really good!" he managed between mouthfuls.

Gordon scrutinised them all in turn, judging how well they were enjoying their meal through their body language rather than just their words. People tended to be polite about this sort of thing, but he was only interested in what they really thought. People don't get anywhere with vague praise.

"Gordon?" Moira asked, her tone of voice giving away the slight unease she did her best to hide.

"It's been too long Moira."

Without another word, Moira stood up and embraced the chef, who seemed a little taken aback. His reputation! He'd have to be especially mean to someone now to make up for that.

It was then that for Syed, the accent clicked. It wasn't the full accent, but a twang the pair of them - and come to think of it, Del back at Fenaru - had in common. They all came from the same place. "Are you two... related?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"He's my brother," Moira broke away from Gordon, turning back to the table. "Gordon, these are my friends. Don't ask me to name 'em all."

Gordon couldn't help but smile a bit at that one, although he did his best to suppress it again as soon as he could. Trust his sister to find such a wierd mis-match of people like this though. "Pleasure. Welcome to the best restaurant on Los Paraísos."

A bold statement for sure, but spoken like a true Dennis. And to be fair, his food did back him up very well indeed.