Mr. Lincoln sat on a sofa in his living room bent forward, elbows on his knees and fingers clasped in front of his nose, thinking hard. He hadn't been himself since the trial with Charles. Although he hated to think about it, he just couldn't help feeling the sting all over. The shame seemed to renew every damn hour. It was expected to have dimmed and reduced but it was still there burning deep into his bones and bothering him. How could that jerk have managed it so quickly? It made him look like a fool. He had been caught in his lies within the first twenty minutes and couldn't defend himself. Tyson had made things even more embarrassing by going to fight Charles. Although he understood where his son's anger was coming from but the fact that Charles' bodyguard had handled him roughly stung hard. "Why's the whole mood this way?" Carlos asked as he slammed the jug of milk he was holding onto the dining table behind which he was about to sit. "We haven't lost yet! We're still going to get that son of a bitch and make him pay. You all don't have to be so gloomy." He said, fuming and Lincoln straightened up, falling back against the sofa. "You have no idea how humiliating it was to be pushed back by his men. Add that to losing the case so easily, I think you'd find it hard to try to make conversation." Tyson snapped staring at the ceiling from where he laid on the sofa. Carlos sat heavily in his chair, and poured milk from the jug into his plate of cereals. "Still we don't need to act like we've accepted defeat or it would really seem that way." He said, as he took the first spoon into his mouth, and munched rather noisily. "Carlos is right. At this moment, we have to guard our personal businesses with eyes sharper than the eagle's because Charles…" Mr. Lincoln started, but paused. "We can't guess his next move." ~ Angela sat on her bed with a finger in her mouth thinking about what she and her grandmother had discussed earlier about Charles. She knew he was done for with that particular gang handling him but she couldn't help that little stream of doubt that flowed in her mind separately. Charles always had a way of escaping traps, and was good at dodging the bullets they shot his way. "No." She said firmly shaking her head. "There's no way in hell he's escaping this time around. He'll be brought on his knees." She said to herself staring fixedly into blank space. She was going to make sure she gloated right in front of his face and then she began to wonder what Charles looked like when he begged. The thought brought a smile to her face as she could already see Charles on his knees pleading with sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his hands clasped together firmly."You'll regret it." She said with that same satisfied smile on her face, but was interupted by her phone which beeped at the arrival of a message. She swung her feet off the bed and walked towards her shelf where she had forgotten her phone. She took it and saw she had gotten a text message, then she opened it and her eyes went wide in glee. *Hey Angela. It's Mark.* The text read and she went back to her bed, bouncing on it, happy that he had texted her. She had been waiting so long to talk to him. How she had missed him terribly. She also wondered how he was doing and if he was fine. Her fingers made a move to dial the number but another text came in from him. It read: My temporary stay. Will move soon. And after that was an address. Angela immediately got out of bed, pulled open her wardrobe, searching through it quickly before taking out a coat and pulling it on. She dashed out the room, down the stairs and out of the house to her car. A chance to see Mark. A chance to see him before he left one more. Mark was always on the move. He never stayed in a place for too long, and she longed to tell him to find a permanent hideout where she could visit frequently but she knew it was because he was being searched for and also that it was a kind of preparation should someone who knew his whereabout get taken, threatened and forced to spill the truth about his whereabout, so she couldn't even bring it up to him. She drove as fast as she could, eager to see her beloved brother and arrived at the location half an hour later. She looked around as she got down from her car to be sure no one had followed her, then she walked down an alley and found a gate which she knocked. A minute later it was opened and she stepped in. "Mark!" She squealed, throwing her hands around him immediately she saw him and he slammed the little gate shut with his leg. "Hey, you're looking really pretty. Seems like you ate and rested a lot. Your cheeks are even more fluffy." He complimented her after she released him and she pouted. "You look haggard. You need to rest, Mark. Just look at you. You need to eat, rest and have some real fun." She told him as they made their way into the house. "Oh come on. I'm eating and resting enough." He replied as they stepped in. "What would you drink?" He asked, but she was too busy looking around. "Angela?" He called and her head whipped towards him. "Hm?" "What would you drink?""Plum juice. I know you always have that." She said, going to sit on one of his little couches. He came shortly with chilled plum juice in a glass and handed it to her along with a little transparent bag in which was a powdery substance. "For Charles. Trust you know your way around things." "What's this?" Angela asked, staring at it. "What do you think?" Mark asked, with a smirk, and she met his cold, expressionless eyes. "P… poison?" She asked, and his smirk grew wider.