"Hello there young man." Greeted a pretty handsome aged fellow around his mid-forties getting Alex's attention.   He was dressed casually in a black jean pants with a black t-shirt covered by a blue Jeans jacket with a pair of black sneakers and at his face where sunglasses that had him look very gentle.   At his wrist were a couple of bangles and the left had a wrist golden Versace watch. Around his left eyebrow was a thin plaster.   "Hello sir. Welcome to Emin." Politely responded Alex cleaning the couple of mugs that were set upon the desk.   "Great." He settled upon Jessica's usual seat. Smirked to continue. "I could use a whiskey and a little chat with you."   "Alright sir. We could start with leaving that seat and using any of the others." Stated Alex with a burner smile upon his face.   "Oh! No. I think I'm comfortable in this one." He remarked smiling

"We need to talk." Adjusted an old fat man on the phone looking through his window behind his desk. In his late sixties. Suited up in a loosely black coat and red tie. Right upon his left chest was the USA flag badge. "You better not be the reason behind the bombing that happened last weekend in LA."Right upon his desk was a table tag named Mr. Jorge Valdez Jr.  His office looked elegant and definitely that of the highest position.After he was done with the call, he turned around to get startled by his chief of staff."What are you doing startling me in my own office Janie." He snapped throwing himself back to his seat."I'm sorry Mr. President. The vice president insists on meeting you. He is right outside sir.""Let him come in." Jorge turned a fouled face in agreement."Alright sir." Turned Janie walking away."And Janie! Don't you ever walk into my office without knocking ever again?" He added having her agree to get out.

"You must be kidding me." Chanted Jessica gazing at the four men who were set to fight.   "Well... it's your call detective. I will be waiting." Smirked the boss lady taking a seat up the inside building balcony.   The ring was set behind the CIA building with most of the agents ready to watch what was to happen.   Jessica walked inside the ring first and her first opponent followed.   The man fighter had a hunky appearance. Very bright at skin with a flirty smile. His curly hair ran down before his shoulders. He was severely built with a bare chest and a tattoo right above his left breast.   He walked in very pulled and ready to fight the detective fairly on.   Jessica was feeling her chest that moment realizing it was of recent when she last took the liftoffs and they greatly made her week and dizzy.   "Start." Claimed the supposed lady

"What happened to you?" Greened Mickey opening the door for her mother who was outside knocking.   "I got into a fight." She muttered walking in to her clinical bed. "I can't feel my tummy no more. I need the injection right now. The pain is severe."   "Why did you get into a fight in the first place?" He asked getting himself equipped.   "It's not that. I actually thought I would win. But I did take some liftoffs the day before so. I had so much pain before I could even start." She added panting laid back with her hands set upon her belly.   "Yeah. Alex told me that you had to meet someone very important. But I don't recommend you taking it mother. We aren't even sure what they would do to you."   "Alex. He didn't have to." She cried as Mickey set her back tied onto the bed.   "I put in some extra dosage. I hope it helps with rushing out the liftoff from you

The blue palace gate opened and one of the guard led her in with no question or anything. They approached the front door and right upon his woki-toki, he communicated.   "A guest for the blue palace.” he muttered having the guards inside the building open up.   The supposed Franklin Moonlight was up his officer looking at the entrance of Vivana in the room. He smirked at himself but rather excitedly because, he could notice who the lady was.   When they arrived the supposed meeting room in the building, the guard left her to settle down on the couch and in about five minutes, the old man Franklin Moonlight showed up stocked in a navy blue suit with his walking stick echoing all over. He gazed at her and muttered.   "Young Jones. It's been long since I last saw you. Three years?" Franklin smirked gesturing her to sit down.   Vivana's Memory.