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Naomi nodded quietly listening to him. Naomi got in the car and held her black bag in her lap. "So, can you tell me exactly where we're going?"She asked him.

Naomi nodded,"ok.." She took off her jacket , her jeans were dark wash and low cut, her shirt was skinny straped and you could see her purple bra staps as well. "Is what I'm wearing ok? usually jeans and a shirt like this fit in anwhere..." She looked at him,"..and the story..." She began to think silently to herself.

Trent got home to his apartment and went directly for a shower.

He wondered if he was getting paranoid, there was a Beretta 92SB hidden in his "shampoo draw".

Letting himself soak for a good half hour under the warm soothing waters of the shower, he got out and dried himself, dressing into some old clothes, bringing his usual handgun with him into his study.

He logged into his computer and hacked into his apartment block's wireless network. He verified for networks that hadn't been used a telephone line in the last 24 hours.

Bingo.

4 of them.

He selected one and hacked in with ease, it was simple really, just using a high speed chaos theory password generator to calculate the password. he picked up telephone on his desk and smiled.

Now if anyone DID trace the call (highly unlikely) they would think it came from a different apartment.

He pressed number 5 on his speed dial. "Dave" (not his real name of course NO ONE used their real names in the underground any more.)

"Hello?" A horse voice on the other end demanded rather than enquired.

"Hey Dave, it's Noire, I wanna look into making a purchase."

The man's voice changed becoming more attentive. "Okay what can I hook you up for?"

Smiling to himself Trent said "I hear Joey Caramecis has been going big scale as of resent, was wondering if you would tell me what sort of stuff he is selling, prices and where I can go to pick up a "special delivery" form him or his crew if he has any."


Dave's voice darkened.

"The a** has been flooding the market, making prices for Ice sink like lead balloons, his goons usually operate form the old docks sort of area, you shouldn't trust their s**t though. Supposedly the purity rate is rock bottom, much better off trusting the old school guys."

"Okay thanks Dave, I'll call in on you sometime soon again yeah? Next time I need some info and a "top up" of something."

Trent cut the line before Dave had time to reply.

He smiled to himself once more.

This did look promising.

He went to his room and locked his door. Stripping himself and clambered into bead, deciding to sleep for the afternoon until the evening when he "hit the docks" for what promised to be a night out.

"you flatter me... I'm 40 years old, the people I know at the fight ring will know that so the cousin story might work...might being the keyword there...but I can't seem to think of anything better so it'll have to do" Altair said. He turned a corner and sped up abit.

"I actually have a daugter..and son...she's only about six and my son is about ten" Altair said. He stopped at a red light and fished out his wallet then took out a folded photograph and handed it to Naomi, in it were four people, Altair, a lady of about 35-39 with brown hair her skin was lightly tanned she was really beutiful, his son was standing infront of Altair, his mop of brown hair, his deep green eyes the same as his mother's, then his blond haired, blue eyed daughter had a small smile on her face standing infront of her mother. The light turned green and Altair went forword."Those two are the only thing in the world that makes me feel old" He said, he smiled abit.

Altair took the picture back and stuck it in his wallet, after a few more minutes they arrived at the old warehouse, there were several trucks and cars parked out front and music could be heard from outside, "They don't exactally care if any police come by...I'd recommend you take a gun or knife in there with you" Altair said. He parked the car, then got out and grabbed the duffel bag, Altair walked into the warehouse flipping his hood over his head hiding his face which other then a large fighting ring in the middle of the place could have passed as some sort of warehouse party or a club, Altair silently made his way to a booth in the corner were a man about Altair's age sat, he had a large bodygaurd on who stood at the man's side as his boss ate, he didn't seem to take much notice of Altair "Who the hell are you" He asked as a waitress came by and picked up his now empty plate. Altair said something in arabic and the man's face froze in shock for a second then broke out in a large smile "Altair...is that you?" Altair flipped back his hood "good to see ya to Tommy" Altair said smiling "What has it been?...ten years? since I saw you", "fifteen...but who's counting right?", "Yeah...who's the friend" He asked motioning over to Naomi He took a drink from the glass infront of him.

"The pleasure's all mine...so what can I do for you", "Can't a guy sit down with a old friend and talk without wanting something?", "yes but I can tell you want something...Infomation perhaps?", "Samual J Anderson", "Sam 'the cobra' Anderson...current champion of my fight circuit...currently dating a one Angelia Frambois, weight 235, height 6ft 3inches, brown eyes, jet black hair...dyed...well muscular... best known as a submission fighter but will be a brawler when neccessary...lives on the east side of town in a large house which by the way has a iffy lock on the back door that could be broken by a ten year old with a stick...no children...yet...keeps a 9mm under his pillow, two of his friends live with him, they also carry firearms one has a tec 9, the other a shotgun...want me to contuine?", Altair took out a envelope and slid it across the table to Tommy who opened it and looked inside then up at Altair "you sure you want to?...I mean it's been fifteen years", "I can take him", "Alright he's here and doesn't have a match anyway...I think there are still a few fans of yours around here...you remeber where the changes rooms are?", "Yeah I remeber..." Altair said he picked up the duffel bag and made his way throught the crowd to the changing rooms where he was getting ready to fight.

The music cut and a announcer made his way into the middle of the ring "Ladies and gentlemen...We have a speacal treat for you tonight, Your champion Samual 'The cobra' Anderson..." The announcer stopped as heavy rock music started, and samual made his way out to the ring, "will be taking on a returning veteran of the circuit...JERICHO" At the name cheers erupted and music started. Altair made his way to the ring, wearing a t-shirt and light loose pants, Along each side were the words:break the walls. He wore a t-shirt that showed a wall being smashed, and on the back the words :Break down the walls. "Altair...well Jericho, is a former circut champion as well as a tag team champion, his old partner died a few years back and that's when Altair quit...i still can't beleive it...after a two year reign as champion he just up and left...he didn't talk to me since...but I have heard rumors..." Tommy trailed off watching Altair make his way down to the ring. Altair climbed up onto the edge of the ring, and paced it abit then stopped in the middle and vaulted himself over the top rope and landed on his feet in the ring. He walked over to samual and stood toe to toe with the current champion staring him stright in the face, he said something that caused Cobra to swing his fist and tried to punch Altair but he was to fast, he ducked punched samual in the gut then uppercut him, samual pulled back rubbing his sore chin, Altair whipped off his shirt and threw it out into the crowd then took up his fighting position, the bell rung, the sound of bets being made could be heard from where tommy and Naomi sat.