After her long flight home, the Las Catrinas leader walked through one of the many headquarters of Tierra Mia that were hidden throughout the city of Angels. As her shoes clicked along the tile flooring of the building she let out a relief sigh of finally being home. What was a couple of weeks in Mexico City felt like months, and while she did always enjoy spending time with the Zamora's, nothing beat home. This was her home for the last ten years after that... horrible accident that killed her family. It was Efrain, Dos Caras, that saved her and took her under his wing. He cared for her, provided for her, she never wanted for anything. Tierra Mia, was her family, and she looked up to Efrain Cortez as if he was her father.
"Senora, it's good to have you home." One of the Tierra Mia greeted Sarah as she gave a slight nod of the head.
"Gracias Vincent, it's good to be home. Where are the girls?" Her eyes shift around a bit, she told the other Las Catrina's she would be coming back today, it was unusual for none of them to be here when she got home.
"Oh, Dos Caras had them on a mission, they should be returning home right now. But... he told me as soon as you got home, to have you meet with him right away. He's in the back, waiting for you."
"Hm... ok then, I guess I'm off to speak with him." She was going to go talk to Efrain either way to tell him of her success, but if he was wanting her to meet with him right away... then something was going on. As she approached his door she paused for a moment before knocking on the wooden frame.
"Pasa." A deeper rigid voice spoke from the other side of the door as Sarah twisted the doorknob and gave it a gentle push. In the room was Dos Caras himself, sitting behind his redwood desk, typing away on his laptop. But as soon as she entered the room, his focus quickly shift to her as the disfigurement portion of his face, smiled at the sight of her as she stood across from him for a moment. "Ah, mija, please, sit." he motioned to the seat in front of his desk. Without thinking the young Catrina smiled back and sat down in the leather seat. "It's good to have you home. I assume the issues that Los Zamora's had is taken care of?" He turned his body away from his laptop, completely focusing on Sarah.
With a cheeky grin she nod her head. "Of course mi Rey. Los Zamora's are very happy with the services we provided. Oh and Marta specifically told me to tell you hello, and Elisa said to stay out of touble. Also..." she shift forward a bit in her seat as she reached for something in her back pocket, pulling the white envelope as she carefully placed it upon the desk before Dos Caras. "The payment in full, all accounted for."
His scarred hand reached for the envelope as he didn't even bother to count the money himself, which was out of the ordinary. Something was wrong. Sarah could... feel that something was wrong. It was one of her many special abilities, as annoying as they can be at times, they were more helpful when hunting down prey. "Efrain... what's going on? Vincent told me you wanted to meet with me as soon as I got home. Is everything ok?"
Dos Caras silently regarded the girl's flawless features, watching her every micro-expression with an educated gaze. Her lips pursed, her forehead wrinkled, her eyes narrowed. These were the telltale signs of concern, the same expressions that the Dualistic Don had seen plastered all over the young girl's face the day he met her, the day he had murdered her entire family in an act of righteous vengeance.
"Everything is..." he paused, turning the words over in his mouth before pressing on, "....great, princesa."
El Rey de la Tierra Mia stood up, smoothing out his uniquely customized suit before traversing the length of his desk to reach the massive windows overlooking the city he loved. "Well, there are a few issues, I suppose."
"In my absence, a few smaller gangs have sprouted up in East L.A. and begun dividing up some of my territories among themselves. Tus hermanas are taking care of that," he informed, hoping that the so-called 'Prophets' wouldn't be too hard of a test on his girls.
"And then there's the other thing, the one I need your help with." A lone finger came up to meet a small smudge near the center of the otherwise-flawless glass wall. He frowned, realizing that he'd have to dock the window washer's already meager pay.
"Over the past week, seven of our most secure safehouses have been ransacked, entire crews taken out and millions stolen from right under us. It's been surgical, mija, impressive. Like they know just how and when to hit us."
"Someone on the inside?" Sarah asked.
"Might be," Dos Caras conceded. He took pride in knowing that the bulk of his men were loyal, but he had to admit that the promise of wealth and power could turn even the most faithful follower into a dangerous enemy.
"I need you to find out the next location that's gonna get hit. Use your powers. I know you can do it, you've done it before. Once you have a read on the location, stake it out and perform a preemptive strike. Take em out, before they touch another dime of Tierra Mia's money. If you can, bring 'em back to me alive 'cause I'd like to know if they're working with anyone else."
Efrain Cortez turned, his "good side" facing Sarah as his "bad side" marred the window's reflective surface. "Can you do that for me, mija?" He asked, doing his best to smile, knowing that the question was less a request than an outright command.