[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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[h2][center]Friday Evening
A no name bar outside of Sol[/center][/h2]

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	The music was playing loudly inside of this scummy, rundown shack of a bar, everything about it was terrible, yet still there were lots of people and some nice cars hiding among the bikes and pickups. Milo had spent much of his Friday trying to figure out who was who and come up with a plan, and to be fair the one he had was not good nor safe, but he had a good feeling that it was going to work. Milo had found the man he was looking for, the owner of the bar, Titus Duvali, he didn't have any real evidence or any kind of information, but he did know that if there was anyone that would have more information on Nikki and his whereabouts, the guy that gets him drunk would be the guy. Milo sat in his truck outside the bar and lit a cigarette. [color=f26522]"Welp, no time like the present."[/color] He got out of the cab and went around to the bed of the truck, he pulled out a few odd shaped bricks and carried them off with a bit of a mad grin.

	Inside the bar, the sounds of clinking glass and pool balls were ever present, behind the bar was Titus managing the waitresses, and keeping them busy, as well as making any.. arrangements.. with his finer clientele, however the sound of a scream cut through the ambiance of the room as a young woman and a couple of older men all half dressed sprinted from the back of the building, "Fire!" they shouted. The flames though were not coming just from behind them, smoke and flame started to come from the ceiling as a white hot ball of flame breaks through the wooded ceiling. Panic overwhelmed the room, flames spreading quickly, explosions could be heard, cars outside of the building began to burn. Titus made his way out back to where his car had been, as he reached the door, the searing pain of a pistol grip rang against his head, as he looked up in the moment before passing out, [color=f26522]"That worked, better than planned."[/color] he saw a face he recognized, Milo, that damn gunsmith, then darkness overtook him.

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	Milo sat in his shop and held his phone, he pulled up Paiges number and began typing I text, [i][color=f26522]What has multiple counts of sex trafficking, narcotics with intent to sell, illegal firearms, and is tied up in my shop?[/color][/i] He figured that would get her attention at least enough to see if she wanted nothing to do with it, but as he looked over at Titus, chained up to a steel chair, he had a plan to get the info out of him.

[@Pilatus]