[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige glanced down at her phone watching the signal for the public Wi-Fi blink away enjoying her drink and waiting. As she’d mused many times before, her job often reminded her of going fishing with her granddad when she was a little girl back in Florida. The bait was set. They just had to watch the cork bobbing for a signal to pull the hook though this particular lake only had one catch she was interested in putting on the line. Sitting quietly as music continued to blast across the club, the looks and observations of others did not go unnoticed: The tall blonde in plain clothes, the nervous looking young guy and also a familiar face. She remembered Marinalia Olympus’ face from Bob’s case file, but the look of another one with dark hair that suddenly slinked away behind her made her olive eyes scan by again briefly like a sentinel. She was mostly interested in the tables and the lounge area where her prize was suddenly finding his connection broken and didn’t follow the retreating woman any further.

A few moments passed and a text from Xi, popped up on her phone:

[i][b]Coming up behind you[/b][/i]

She picked up a small knife on the bar counter and angled it daintily in her hand as if she were a bored, single-girl playing for attention, but actually looking for CT’s approach in the polished metal. He had his slender laptop folded under one arm and looked like he hadn’t changed clothes since that morning still sporting his track-pants and stretched white t-shirt. Same as they had done, he could easily tell where the signal was controlled and as he neared she flicked her hair playfully and spun around on the stool drawing her jacket back and putting one hand on her gun. “Hello, CT” She said cheerfully. 

“Shit.” The man spat stopping in his tracks. He seemed to consider his actions briefly and looked around. Paige watched his eyes instantly dart to the exit. When he turned to bolt again, Xi was right behind him and he bounced off the ex-Marine like a brick wall dropping his laptop and hitting the floor in a heap. 

Paige took another sip of her drink and left it calmly on the bar before stepping down from the stool and placing her weight on the knee she saw him favoring after he’d jumped from the window earlier. “Told you I’d get you.” She pressed her foot harder not caring that others noticed her. 

“Alright! Alright! Shit!” CT protested against the pain. He reached for his laptop, but she deftly stooped down and swiped it out of his grasp.
 
“No-no, now,” She said with parental sarcasm. “This could be considered a dangerous weapon.” She handed it over to Xi. 

“You didn’t get me a drink?” Xi said observing her empty chair and abandoned glass as Paige cuffed CT and hauled him up to his feet. He still had the smell of an apartment dumpster on his clothes; the ripe aroma of diapers, stale food and rotting fruit. Her lips curled a bit in revulsion. 

“I’ll get ya one for the ditch.” She said with a triumphant smirk. 

Xi’s glance seemed to wander away as she spoke. The small perimeter of onlookers they’d attracted also looked to have their attention drawn elsewhere. “Nah, I think I’ll pass now,” He said gazing curiously towards the other end of the bar. “Looks like the locals are getting restless.”

Paige glanced back finding Marinalia and the small black haired girl being confronted by another group of women. That poor girl seemed to attract trouble wherever she went. However, instinctively, she knew the shorter one was none other than her sister, Victoria. Sio’s story of the bar back at the Gala first flashed in her mind at the sight and she knew her intuition to be correct. The little skunk had apparently covered up her white stripe, but the stench was still there and making a scene as usual. A part of her wanted to join the others in stomping her ass into the curb after what she did to the her car and how she’d embarrassed Sio, but she waited all day to nab CT and they had to get him out before things got completely out of hand. 

And escalate it did! As she pushed CT out of the back door, the man glanced back almost gleefully at the sight of a catfight, but slightly relieved to some extent. The sound of a bottle shattering combined with numerous whoops and shouts escalated over the music as the heavy metal door shut firmly behind them. 

“Better go ahead and make the call,” Paige said to Xi with some amusement as the growing raucous could be heard even outside. She looked back as they crossed the street to where their cars were waiting at a small drive-in diner. Xi was already on the phone with 911 reporting the fugitive in custody and calling in the local police department for a Code 10-10 (Fight in Progress). Soon every SCPD unit within a ten mile radius would be descending on Club Aether. 

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