She met him at the stairs to the building. She just stopped and waited."I know you, don't I?" Yeah, I used to spend quite a bit of time over at your h...use with Em." Michelle, right?" Yeah. But it's Mishy now. Nobody calls me Michelle anymore, except my parents. You call me that, it'll really put me out of the mood."Dave nodded, turned and waved for her to follow him into the building."You've changed quite a bit since I saw you last." Yeah, I guess. My appearance just doesn't seem important. ...Pays really well...." , he says. Great , another job, you think to yourself, like you haven't done enough for him recently. But , your ego and your curiosity push you to ask ;" Does that gig have a name ?" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , which i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of. "I was thinking of the first time we attended La Matraisse together, Ruan, my love, Master of my soul." The soft earthy yearning for him in her voice makes him smile even as his eyes harden. "Of everything that has happened since then. I still feel the heat, the flames of fear this city fans in my belly, beloved. Of all the cities, and all the events, Paris is the only one that haunts my sleep for weeks before and weeks after this visit." With a soft sigh she leans into his tall frame, seeking. She pulled her aching arms down to her waist, trying to get feeling back in to her hands which had been so tightly bound that they turned red.With one almighty swing, Hector turned the table back around, dumping Katie onto the ground with a thud.She managed to turn her body slightly, landing heavily on the concrete floor with one shoulder.She tried to get her hands to work, crawling forward seeking out the support of the chair. She didn't see Hector behind her. The serum was now working in.