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As they reached the car his phone started ringing, he gestured for Zarah to get in while he took the call. It wasn't very long, it was just Frankie letting him know his 'friends' had gone above and beyond with their assignment. Frankie was Steven's contact in the world of organised crime, he carried a little weight but knew how to pay his dues and get along with people. He was useful and both parties enjoyed their mutual agreements. He climbed inside the car and started the engine. "That was Frankie, Clark and Roy are waiting for us inside their apartment. His men are waiting for us there." He wasn't morally bankrupt he knew that dealing with organised crime syndicates was bad but on the other hand they could do things that he couldn't more efficient and with less mess. Since her friends incident she probably didn't want to associate with criminals but on Stratos it was unfortunately a way of life more than simple acts of desperation. "Just a heads up for this next one, I don't know what state we'll find the girls in and your free to wait outside if you don't think you can handle it." He didn't try to sugar coat it, she was being exposed to his professional half and while the family man was nice and jolly, neither of those things were needed in running a successful consultancy agency.

"Alright. Its your choice." He sighed, he didn't like exposing Zarah to this, in fact he didn't really like the idea of exposing anyone to this kind of darkness but needs must. He flicked on the indicator and pulled up outside of the apartment, he knew the address because he helped the previous owner sell the place, but it would have been easy enough for him to find out their addresses, as simple as typing their names into the internet. The outside was reality normal, the unmarked sedan that Frankie's men had arrived in was parked out front and but nothing else really stood out. As he stepped out of the car he got a phone call and despite wanting to barge right in and confront the girls he did still have a business to run. "Hello, Steven Harcrow... Uh, huh. I understand but its not going to happen." He rolled his eyes as the person on the other end seemed to flip his lid and go crazy. He held it away from his face for a second. "Tenenbaum incident." The voice stopped and was replaced by a dial tone. "We don't have long with these two, they have protection from someone important. I bought us a little time but it should be more than enough." He smiled and opened the door, the lock had been broken off by some sort of force. The scene inside the house was the complete polar opposite from the one outside, everything was a mess, painting had been slashed, furniture smashed and broken. Frankie's men stood at the end of the hallway guarding a closed door. There was marks on the floor where someone had been dragged but surprisingly little blood for this kind of home invasion.

Steven scratched his chin and wandered about the flat, it was quite spacey, they had done a lot more with the place than his former client. He had chosen to take a less direct route and give some hand signals to the girls keepers, the less that was said aloud between the two groups of intruders the better. The girls were gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the middle of the living room, all the furniture that usually occupied the space was pushed up against the walls and a table with a set of assorted tools was set up next to them, he had asked Frankie to scare them and nothing was more unsettling than a table of tools, they had presumably already been shown them and knew they were in for it. After hearing the doors the two started moaning through their gags presumably in a bid to explain the situation or scream. "Don't you just love it when they scream." He gestured for one of the men to remove the blindfolds with a smile, he took little pleasure in hurting people but his threats would stick if he at least pretended he knew what he was doing. "Hello ladies, you remember me from the house sale right? And you must certainly remember my daughter here right?" The girls were quiet for a moment while their eyes adjusted to the light but then they started freaking out and violently shaking in bids to escape. Steven shook his head, clearly annoyed by their actions, having them both in the same room would prove difficult. "Alright, we'll do it your way. Take the blond next door with..." He ran his hand across the knives and other torture devices and finally rested it on a pair of brass knuckles. "Be creative, I'll come through shortly." The taller of the two men gabbed Clark's chair and dragged her away into the next room, closing the door behind them. Steven watched Roy's reaction trying to work out if she was close to breaking yet. "You ready to be civil and answer my questions?" He reached out for Zarah, he knew seeing this was a bit much for most people and he wanted to let her know it was okay. That being the case it was still better that she stayed by him and not venture next door, else they break the illusion.

"You'd be wise to keep that in mind." He nodded slightly and her gag was removed, it seemed the message had sunk in as instead of trying to cry for help she instead kept quiet. "Good girl, perhaps now we can make some progress." He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, she was somewhere near the bottom, he had kept her number from the sale of the house just in case. He dialled and hers started buzzing, it was close under some feathers from a cushion that had been torn up. "Password?" He asked, might as well start with something simple, he was sure the girl was already aware of what this was about by Zarah's presence. "Make a sideways M and then connect it to the start." Luckily he got It right on his first attempt but he was prepared to hit her if he had failed. It was a matter of principle not something he would enjoy. He skimmed through her pictures and found the one in question. "You make any copies?" He pointed at the screen. "Put it on your computer, print anything out?" The girl hesitated before answering. "No" He nodded and then struck her face, just once, just to make it perfectly clear that he wasn't playing around. "I don't like being lied to. Again, did you make copies?" This time she didn't hesitate, nor she try anything funny. "Yes, I saved it on my computer, I was going to send it out on graduation." He made a mental not that he'd need to take that before they went. He took a moment to make a contract with her, it was very similar to the other one with the same punishment of death. He did add a little something that said that if she did the same thing to anyone else and she would receive another home invasion.

He left Roy alone with her guard and moved into the next room, Clark was still tied to her chair while her keeper was a little further in, from the looks of it they hadn't started. "She tell you who her boyfriend is I take it?" He nodded to the door. "If its too hot, get out of the fire." He would have like for the man to stay and play witness like usual if anything went wrong but he was working against the clock and didn't have time to play nice. "But please keep in mind I will let Frankie know what you decide." The man looked truly worried and against what seemed like his better judgement he stayed. "You good for this?" The man nodded and Steven shook his head having avoided a minor disaster.

"Not that one." He was convinced she would have more than one. "We're talking about the don of a minor family. You think students can afford a place like this?" That was the reason why they were working against the clock, because at any moment he might decide that he could swarm the place with enough people to save the girl and cover his own a**. "Marco thinks its a big risk going against them but on the other hand he's not paid to think and should just do as he's told." He picked a roll of duck tape off of the side and threw it over to the guard, he suspected betrayal and wanted to make sure she didn't suddenly spring up as soon as he got close. "Tape her back to the chair." He looked over at Zarah and shrugged, this would have been a simple in an out job if they hadn't decided to start talking to one another. He passed Roy's phone to her. "Would you be so kind as to find her phone? Should be somewhere around here. If you spot that computer let me know." He looked back at Clark who was safely tied to the chair again. "No screaming, you hear. Gag off." She took a deep breath and he waved his hand for the gag to go back in.

Steven watched the girl for a moment trying to decide if taking off the gag would be a waste of time or not. Since Zarah hadn't managed to find the phone and he had no way of finding it in the mess of an apartment he had to wait. While he waited he might as well make the girl a little more pliable, there was clearly a breakdown in communication somewhere that needed to be resolved before she would answer his questions. "Look, Clarissa, I know you think because your screwing half the city I wont lay a hand on you, and normally you'd be correct, I really don't like getting involved in politics. But you hurt my daughter over there and as a result I feel its only right that I hurt you." He held up his finger and then went to fetch one of the torture devices from the previous room, he returned with a hand drill, he had seen it and really wanted to play with it. "Zarah, have you made any progress with that phone?" Usually it would have been integral to the act and he would prefer not to start without it, buts needs must and he decided to try a different technique. "Ah, well, while she's busy with that we'll have our talk. You took a picture of her, remember?" She looked at him wide eyed for a second, frozen with fear until he turned the crank and she suddenly started nodding. "Good. Did you make any copies, print something off or send it to anyone?" She nodded again, the tried to talk with the gag in her mouth. He held up his hand and then politely removed the cloth. "I got a new phone and moved everything to my compu-..." He put the cloth back having heard enough. He presented her with a copy of the contract hand had her sign it and then stepped away. "Marco, get Polo and shove the girls in the walk in closet. Zarah, have you found the computers, we need to go." He pointed at the door.

"Well, she did say she got a new phone." He reasoned quietly to himself before pulling a wire from his coat and connecting their phones, it took a moment or so for him to bypass her firewalls, scramble her laptop and every other device they were connected to and then to throw it aside. He walked out into the Hall where Frankie was waiting for him, "We're going to make ourselves scarce, say hello to the wife for me and give me a call if you need your taxes doing again." He patted him on the shoulder and slip a wad of cash in his pocket; there were favours on Stratos that used power or money, since he lacked real power he had to make up for it with money but that was fine. "Zarah, come on." He didn't really like the idea of her hanging around with Frankie or his men, in fact if this whole thing couldn't have been used to teach life lessons he would have insisted she stayed in the car and listened to the radio. The was a black car waiting for them outside, its owner made their presence know by revving its engine then left. "Another enemy for the list. You'd think I was trying to get the city to send someone after me." He smiled but he didn't look happy as he did. "Who's left? I really just put everything into getting the easy ones. Did you say one transferred, where'd they go?" He opened the car door and climbed inside.