[b]The Florence - Brewer[/b] "What the hell is he doing?" Isabel asked Charles who stood beside her. Both persons were looking out the window at the pushy detective and his rookie partner. "He looks freaking nuts!" Charles exclaimed, fixing his shades. He placed his hand on the window and continued to stare. "I'm going to go get Harry" Charles said as he started to walk towards the office. Isabel cursed again as she continued to watch the detective do his crazy detective thing. She looked back to see Harry come her way. "That asshole is stalking us I'm telling you" she told Harry as she pointed. Harry looked out the window with a grunted face. "Call Tony, get him down here" Harry told Charles. "What about Craig and Thomas? You want me to call them too?" "No, they should be with the Russians right now, we don't want them to get distracted. Remember, don't tell Tony about the meet" Harry stated with integrity. Isabel nodded in agreement along with Charles. If he knew that they met face to face with the Russians, he'd be against all their future judgement. "Just get him down here right now, I need more leather in the premise. I'm going out there" Harry stated as he lunged himself through the front doors with force. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he questioned the detective. "You're scaring away business with that ugly face of yours" he added with a smile, walking up to the high ranked officer. Despite his authority in law, he didn't fear the man one bit. It just irritated him that [i]he[/i] was the one after them right now. "I suggest you get in that old thing of yours and get out of my property" the old biker suggested, pointing at the man's car. "Take your pet there with you too" he laughed, pointing at the rookie who was ticked by the joke. ------------------------------------- [b]Charles - On The Phone - Tony[/b] In the meantime to the drama at The Florence, Tony had reached home. He opened the door quickly, forgetting to close it as he ran towards the restroom in the bedroom. He looked through all the prescription drugs, but couldn't find what Eva had said to look for. Actually, he forgot what he was looking for. "Damn!" he cursed, the speed of his movements intensifying his own failure. "Where is it?" he questioned himself, being clumsy and accidentally knocking other drugs into the sink. He grunted as he attempted to put everything back in place. Suddenly his phone started to vibrate, Tony thinking it was Eva wondering where he was. But once he looked at the phone number, he recognized it was from The Florence. "Yeah?" he answered. "Tony! It's Charles. Harry needs you down here asap" the angel stated. Tony placed one of his hands on his head. "What the hell's goin on?" he asked Charles. "That damn cop showed up outside the bar. Harry wants to make an impression, but nobody's down here" Charles answered. "Dammit!" Tony cursed again, putting the phone aside for a second. He pulled it back up to his ear. "I can't right now, I'm dealin with sumthin." "Harry needs you now Tony. You have to get down here. Brewer is an MC problem. You're VP for a reason" Charles persuaded. "I can't right now, but I'll get there when I can" Tony finished as he hung up and dialed for Eva. He awaited her answer. "Hey, I can't find the.........whatever it was, the naxo-Naolix-Naloxine. I don't know. I don't see it, where is it?" he asked her through the phone. ------------------------------------- [b]Back to The Florence[/b] "So? Is he on his way?" Isabel asked Charles. "He ain't coming" Charles answered as he started for the front door. "Prospect! Let's go!" Charles called out as the two Angels walked out and met up with Harry. All three men were usually armed, pistol in one of the two inner pockets of their vests. "Everything good" Charles whispered to Harry. The President didn't even answer the question, he had his gaze grazed upon his enemy. "So what's it gonna be Detective? Are we gonna have a problem?" Harry asked with a smile upon his rough face.