Diablo stalked through the darkened streets. His striking amber eyes flicked to each building until he landed on one, entering. He was in a fancy tuxedo that made him extremely uncomfortable, but this would be worth it. Diablo went into the kitchen and plastered a smile on his handsome face. He got orders from the head chef and started his accepted job as a waiter. Diablo brought out drinks, walking through the maze of millionaires and billionaires. All these rich idiots in one place. Perfect. He then slipped into a side room with the three drinks, putting the deadly chemical Mercury into one of them. It mixed with the expensive wine and disappeared. Diablo then brought out a pouch of powder. It was labeled: Heroin. He poured some of that in, which dissolved into the drink and disappeared as well. Diablo then walked out into the crowd again, wandering over to a table of two white-haired men. "Wine, sirs?" He asked politely, holding out the platter in a way where the man on the left would grab the poisoned drink. Just as he planned, the man on the left nodded and reached out, grabbing the deadly wine and taking a big sip. The other man grabbed another drink. Diablo walked away with a smile, disappearing into a side room. No one noticed the missing waiter. No one cared. He took off the tux to reveal more normal clothes, exiting the building and going out into the street, starting his long walk home. The mercury would enter the man, who's name was Harry Walter. Harry was a big politic at the time and made a lot of decisions. Harry also made the choice to never let Diablo see his family again, so this was why Diablo was doing this. Anyway, the mercury would enter Harry's bloodstream. It would start to attack the kidneys first. He would have terrible stomach pain, bad cramps, and bad diarrea. About 6 hours after being poisoned the mercury would assult the brain. Harry would start acting... let's just say, not normal. As soon as these symptoms start it may only be 5 minutes before he is dead on the floor with bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth, as if he was trying to get air. Diablo took off the white gloves he had been wearing, disposing of them a good 18 miles away after he had taken a taxi, then going into his small cabin with a sigh of relief.

Jessica's phone rang about 9 a.m. in San Fransisco.

The caller I.D read Director Jones. If he was calling while she was on vacation then there was a problem. Jessica knew that. It was an unwritten rule.

"Hello, Director" Jessica's voice sounded garuded

"Jessica I can't say much. This line is not secure. But go to the corner of main. Hail a taxi but don't take it. Hail another but change your mind. Take the third. The driver will know what to do." The director hung up then. Jessic did as she was told the driver of the third taxi handed her a file. On the front it said Harry Walter.

Flare woke up to her son Chase jumping on her chest and screaming "you ain't nothing but a hound dog!!!"

"Chase seriously??"

"your phonie phone is ringing mommy."

Flare quickly grabbed her phone and looked at the caller id Director Hope. "Hello this is agent Lebonova."

"Your needed in LA, fbi agent harper will meet you and give you the 4-1-1."

"got it, im gonna have to take chase with me."

Flare landed and looked for agent harper her son by her side in classic Elvis Presley wannabe get up. When she found Jessica she walked up to her. "Hi i'm NSA agent Lebonova, this is my son chase what are we looking at?''

Jessica gave Chase a wired look then said "probably shouldn't talk about it in front of him. It's not really kid friendly"

"got it i'll drop him off at my cousins then we can talk."

"ok sounds great." jessica went over to a starbucks and sat down. She just wanted to visit her mom and now this. This trip was not going well.

Diablo immediately slipped out of his clothing and took a shower, disposing of the clothes. He grabbed a new, light blue shirt and put it on, then some faded blue jeans. Now he looked mostly normal again. Diablo sauntered through the small, two room cabin. One bathroom, and a combined bedroom, living room, and kitchen in one room. His small twin sized bed was tucked in a corner. The kitchen was to the right, and a leather chair plus a small tv set to the left. He sighed a little, checking his watch. Five hours later. "Well, Harry is definitely dead. I'm guessing detectives are already on the case... FBI for sure, and probably NSA... and others, I'm guessing. If they're smart they'll be after me in a week. Not so smart, a month. Average, they'll never know I was involved." Diablo relayed the info he had heard to himself in a mumble while he made his morning coffee. He needed the caffeine to keep him away. After that Diablo went to the living room wall where hundreds of knives, guns, and ammunition were mounted on the wall. He took down a couple, small, average hand grenades and peered at them for a moment before putting them back.

Flare dropped her son off at her cousin's but something felt wrong. She felt as if someone was watching her and she hated it. She ignored he gut and left when she got to the Starbucks she asked Jessica "what's the case? my perfectly good vcation got intterupted."

"the case is in here' Jessica slid the file across the table and took a sip of her latte. Her phone rang it said Hubby.

"hey babe" she said casually

"hey how's your mom?"

"complaining nonstop but fine."

"okay just wanted to ask where are jules' meds?"

"in the cupboard where my meds usaually are"

"love you too babe bye" Jessica looked at flare "Sorry he is clueless sometimes"

Diablo, in his bright clothing, opened the door to the house and left. He locked it and walked the ten miles to town, yawning with his coffee mug in hand. Diablo took a couple sips as he sauntered on the sidewalk through the city streets, blending into the crowd. Humans bustled around him, cars zoomed by on big streets, and the shops opened with the tinkling of bells and chimes. His light blue shirt stood out a little, but not too much. It was just right for him. Diablo walked into a small guns store, looking at the racks with everyone else. After that he exited and entered a grocery store, grabbing a package of bananas and walking to the cashier table. With his normal, charming smile that lit up his dark face, Diablo paid and walked out, whistling a merry tune as he walked around, his cunning amber eyes watching everyone.