Juvex City

*The man nodded. A sane question, but it was easily answered. He took a step back, and turned around. On his neck, there was a distinktive tatoo, the tatoo makring a slaver of Juvex, and the Juvex Import Export. Of course, this was not an official statement, but everyone living here, inclouding the girls knew the makr, and what it really meant.

He was marked. A Made man. A wiseguy. A Slaver.

He turned around and looked at them.*

"There is a limousine right behind me. Get inside with us, and you wont be hurt."

*Rachel nodded. She recognized the tattoo. It was one that Ati had shown the twins before. It was the proof she needed from him to trust him.*
Sister, he has it. We can go. Shush, it will be fine. Come on, sister- let's go. We are going to see Ati soon, I think.