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From there Mister O threw the cigar to the man’s feet as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man's feet. "Carl Johnson, my name is Mister O,” the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breath. "You don't look too good. How about we speak in private?" said Mister O. As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the center. She gasped and couldn't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to watch the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit. "There's a girl missing and I know you know what's going on!" Mister O demanded of Carl Johnson. The other man fell to his knees and began to whimper, "Please, japanese Sir, don't hurt me.! Someone...help! Call the police!" "Okay, you wanna voyeur play hardball?". Mister O responded sounding in a frustrated tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a pistol, and pointed it at the man's head, "You know who I work for, so you also know that means the police aren't coming. You got until I count down from three before I end you."“Three!” Mister O started counting, “Come on, Carl, where's the girl?” Carl winced while covering his face as Mister O put the gun to his head. "Please... Stop!" he begged. “Two!” Mister O continued. "I... I...," Carl stuttered. “Last chance, where is your cult?" Mister O demanded with one last final warning as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol. Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. massage The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the police. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly asian looked like a detective or something, so she wasn't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone. A strange voice then spoke softly into Daisy's mind. A male voice, but gentle, "Lux Omnia Vincit," repeated over and over as if wanting her to say it to Mister O. japan When she heard the phrase repeated in her ear, she looked confused., but again, something compelled her forward. Doing her best to appear seemingly calm in manner, she took a deep breath. After readying herself as best she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. "Lux Omnia Vincit.” Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he didn't notice the girl approach. But, hearing the phrase, "Lux Omnia Vincit," caught him off guard. He then turned towards her, while his pistol still pointed at the other man. 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