Lucas walked in. "James," Lucas said. "I got the call, now's the time."

A man who was wearing a hoodie that covered his face walked up to Destra. "If you were smart you would not go to that meeting." He said.

"Why not?" Destra asked.

"There are two Sons of Guns members at that meeting, even if by some chance you do manage to kill them, you will attract the attention of Al Pachianni, which will put your family in great danger."

Destra thought about Daisy, and then replied, "You're lying."

"Am I?" The man said, pulling off duct tape that covered the Sons of Guns logo on his hoodie.

"Oh. You're not kidding."

"One thing Jeff can do efficiently since the death of his brother is stretch the truth. The Sons of Guns will not hurt civillians in the case of battle. Palchianni will." The man said. "Jeff himself will go to much greater lengths than you think."

"Really? Or are you just trying to get me to be on your side?"

"See for yourself. Jeff's medical records are in his office, if you can sneak in there and read them, you'll know what I mean." The man said.

"I still don't trust you, but I'll check 'em out when I get the chance."

"And stay away from the meeting." The man said as he walked off.

At this point, Destra had to make a choice. Skip the meeting to look at Jeff's files, or go on ahead and possibly put her sister in danger?

The man walked into the meeting. Deadeye and Leonard both stopped talking and looked at him. All the man did was nod and walk out.

"The hell was that about?" Deadeye said.

"No damn clue." Leonard said.

Destra was still trying to make her decision.

Jeff was in the woods, looking for Edward.