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Today was a strange day, but a good day so far. They have three new members. Ones he's eager to get to know. The DQ almost got held up by a reptile man, but he gladly carried the man out the restaurant while they waited for the police to arrive. He hardly weighed anything and the animals were nice. He's sure he'll be released from jail in a day. No one got hurt. All was well. Kayla told them about the meeting they had with Blake Schmidt. He still didn't know who he is, but the meeting place was bright and lavish. The kind of place he never went to, but was always invited by the women that came to see him during work. They piled into the elevator. He did his best to stay in the back and made him as small as he could so there'd be enough room for everyone. It was hot in the tiny box. He felt around his pockets for a hair tie to pull his hair up into a bun. 

Once the elevator arrived to the top floor, the sunlight was blinding. It seems brighter up high than it did down on the street. Emily introduced them to a Mr. Schmidt. A rich man if he's ever seen one. One he didn't like the look of. He seemed similar to someone he's met before, but it's a vague feeling. A memory itched at the back of his mind like he couldn't breathe. He brought tears to his eyes. One rolled down his cheek. He wiped his face. What reason did he have to cry? Whatever it was this wasn't good. He stepped up behind Kayla and poked her in the back. His smile ever present and happy.

"I don't trust this." He whispered through his teeth like a ventriloquist. "I'm getting a bad about this man. A deal with him is one with the devil." Mrs. Schmidt pulled down her sunglasses and stared at him. He waved politely, then went to the bar. Claudette seemed to have a hard time with Madison. He heard her laugh hysterically. She's drunk. That's the only explanation, because this wasn't like her. 

He turned to the bartender, "Water for my friend please. She's had too much to drink today." It was at least a 100 degree outside. She needed to hydrate. He was handed a bottle. "Thank you." He uncapped it and handed it to Madison. "You should drink. Get the alcohol out of your system, then we should talk. I don't know what happened the other day, but this isn't like you. I sense something painful inside. Whatever it is we can solve it together."