To own is to… Reclaim

I check my watch, readying myself for war as I enter the lavish venue four hours late. Tyet was smart to change locations last second, but stupid to do so without the same level of security detail. It was three days ago when we finally received word that Pup was in the wind, the bathhouse that now lays in cinders, residents included, having sold her to a flesh trader that operates outside of Mexico. That was when the only lead went cold.