[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

During the trip, Bishop had managed to regain most of her composure, occasionally she reached up to touch the silk bandage on her head, to be sure nothing was bleeding through, though she didn't suspect any true harm had been done anyway. After being led to the oaken door and being left alone, she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. [b]"They traded one drug for another."[/b] She comments quietly, almost to herself, about the tobacco scent. [i]"My my. I remember when people had no clue what tobacco did to them. Then they learned and still did tobacco anyway... You... People... Are ever so persistent in refusing to learn anything. How amusing!"[/i] Jester whispered to the trio using Bishop's telepathy.

A few moments passed where she formulated a battle plan in her mind. It would all depend on how many guards the target had... To gather information using mind play would be impossible, she grew up too sheltered to know much of the mafia, how they speak or otherwise. It was possible, feasible, to capture the target. [i]You assume there is a target to be found here.[/i] Jester chides her premeditation, taking the form of some fat man in a business suit and tie, smoking a cigar. [i]Ehhh... Remember that the family don't always know what the rest o' the family is or isn't, capeche?[/i]

Bishop turns back to her two allies and speaks quickly and quietly. [b]"If I have someone under control, I will take off my hat. From there we should try to get whoever I've taken alone, question them, and then knock them out."[/b] It was about the only signal she could manage that wouldn't look suspicious, and the only plan she could muster that could get them some level of information with relative safety. [i]"Or, you know, kill them. It's not like these spaghetti eating fools will leave many widows behind."[/i] Jester hissed to the trio.

It was at this point that the door opened. Bishop turns back to see the guard, her eyes immediately growing cold again, as she attempted to mimic her father's mannerisms... With alarming success. It was, after all, something she had tried to do her entire life up until recently. [b]"Would you really dare to question me, after all my father has done for you?"[/b] She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head in disappointment, though her expression remained stone cold. [b]"We have an important message for the Don. Someone has betrayed my father and as a result, forces acting against him have obtained information which relates to the mafia. Naturally, being a guard, you should of course be aware that delaying me from informing your leader of the details, which are quite sensitive, could have very serious repercussions..."[/b] She takes a breath, seeing Jester behind the guard with a small smile at how easily she weaved a web of lies. [b]"...The information I have is the kind of thing I cannot tell a guard... Especially knowing that anyone could be a traitor right now. Surely, even a simple minded man such as yourself should understand something so... Simplistic."[/b] The arrogance that dripped from every word, the snide air of elitism... Just like her father.