Walking into the mall underground parking lot iq rummaged for his car keyes in his pocket, he had learned to drive when he needed to and walked whenever possible. After all his time away he still shopped with an addiction but only bought th necessities. Clothes, foods, and anything else he needed. He hated being alone but tried to hurry.

Krystal walked through the parking lot after just finishing a meal. She left the body in his car as she walked she seen someone she hadn't seen in a long time. "Why hello there, long time no see." She said smirking as she walked up to him.

The voice sent a chill up his spine that was unexplainable and not really wanted for the simple reason he didn't want any trouble. Without thinking he dropped his bags and slowly turned around to see the young woman that had attacked him the streets looking for information. "Uh..hi." he said hesitantly. "Heard you got m..married. Congratulations." he said bowing.

"Thanks kid, where have you been hiding these past months?" She asked as she stopped walking when she reached him.

"I have been..traveling." he told her sincerely. IQ knew better then get to smug or act to innocent with this women. She had a way of manipulating things to her advantage.

"Traveling, that sounds nice." She said with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am it was." being formal was something iq just seemed to believe he had to do when it came to this women. "You learn trades and pick up useful talents. Not to mention the books and infor..." he cut himself off.

Her smirk grew, "Go on." she said amusement in her voice

"Information." he said making direct eye contact only briefly and reaching for his bags. "I am sure you have had your fair share of excitement here ma'am." he told her fumbling the things he had bought.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Your profession." he replied turning to her. "That is all I mean. With the wedding and the torture you seem to enjoy." he said nervously and looking down at his feet.

She laughed darkly, "Thats a profession now a days?" She asked amused. "I have a job for you. Accept and you wont have to fear me I'll even pay you. Reject it and lets just say i can make you like a living hell."

"I don't want money ma'am and even if you did I would fear you anyway. Whatever it is ma'am can't your husband or subordinates do it?" he said digging in his pockets for his keys.

"Your good at what you do. I need information. You will get it for me." She said in a demanding voice.

The demanding voice seemed to frighten him beyond belief that his heart seemed to stop and start at the same time. "I am not a dealer anymore ma'am." he replied trying to keep distance. Her voice was scary enough but even as beautiful as she looked his fear of women never did seem to cease.