Trixie snapped up straight.

"I hate cleaning." She said to really no one but herself.

Carlos just started laughing at Sylivia's affect on Trixie.

"About damned time someone got her to shut up."

"Dude she was talking to you too." Trixie said and then she simply sighed. "Okay, no more fighting, I need to change."

"Into what?"

"Something more whore-ish."

Sylvia raised a brow. "So you two are going together?" She asked simply, knowing Trix was going but nto knowing what Carlos was going to do.

"Well I have to don't I? I gotta try and keep her out of trouble." He said and when Trixie emerged from her car she was in a denim skirt that barely covered her ass and came down to her burning bush. She had on six inch heels and a low, low cut halter top, black.

Carlos' jaw dropped.

"Y-Your wearing t-that?"

"Yeah." Trixie said all non-challant, like she saw nothing wrong with her outfit. "Yeah we'll go together, as long as I can keep him under control." Trix smiled at Sylvia.

Sy laughed. "Be careful you two..both of you keep each other under control..don't make me send someone after you to make sure nothin happens." Her voice had turned more serious, after all, this was two of her friends going into their territory looking for someone from them.

"Don't worry, we will be." Carlos and Trixie said in perfect unison as they got into her 2008 Ford Mustang Cobra and pulled away. Soon Trixie called Sylvia's cellphone. "Oh hey, can you go and check up on Desdemona, she was suppose to be going back to the base, I'm not sure if she really did or not, cannot keep tabs on that sister of mine for anything. Thanks." Trix said as she hung up.

When they pulled out down town she got out of the car, they were offically in Their terriory, it was almost certain that they were being watched.

"Stay back, when I get one, that's when your gonna use the chloroform(sp?)" Trixie said to Carlos.

"Alright, and Trix?"

"Yeah?"

"Just be careful."

"Don't worry hon." She said as she ran a hand down the side of his face. She started to walk around, waiting for one of them to take the bait.

(spelling is correct.)

Desdemona..Sylvia sighed and without a word had hung up her phone. Seriously, did everyone take her as a babysitter?! She picked up her helmet and jumped back on her motorcycle. She decided to stop back at the base first, check around then if needed head back out..
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Meanwhile...at the Tides side..

"What..The...Hell?!" The scream echoed off the walls of the Tides headquarters. A blonde hair, blue eye boy stood behind a desk, not to happy looking. Infront of him was just a little boy, who had come to report some news. "Dead..again? It wasn't them again was it?" He didn't wait for a response. "Damn..two days in a row..damn cops.."

Desdemona stood outside of hte Velcoxes base, she was smoking a cigarette, her nerves were just about shot. Damn Trixie, always treated her like a kid.

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Trixie walked down the street and saw a member of the Tide.

"Hey honey..why don't you come a little closer?" The man, he had black hair and green eyes walked over to her and greedily grabbed her ass.

"Aren't you a sweet little thing?"

"Mm..Hmm.." She said as he leaned closer to him. "NOW!" She yelled and Carlos drugged him. "Let's get him back to the base."

Sy rode up to the base..which actually was only a small part of their base. As their full base was just a little further down the road..a nice mansion, nice big garage. But usually was only occupied at night or when a member had absolutely nothing to do. All the hard work was done in there small..yet comfy 1 level house. She spotted Des, getting off her bike -after parking it- and walking up to her. "Cigs again?" She asked shaking her head free of her helmet.

Desdemona looked up at Sylvia, she nodded.

"I'm stressed, what can I say?" She said in a tone that indicated she was very pissed at her big sister. But before she had a chance to say what was said between the two siblings Carlos and Trixie dragged a member of the rival crew in.

"Who's for a torturing interrogation session?" Trixie said in her light voice and Carlos just groaned and tied the man to a chair.

Sylvia didn't get a chance to even barely respond before she saw the two back. She glanced at Des, "Are you going to come or stay out here?" She asked kindly ignoring Trixie and Carlos for the moment.

"I'mma coming." Desdemona said as she walked inside to see Trixie looking at Carlos. Gods she wants him so bad. She thought to herself.

"Carlos...what should we do now?" Trixie pouted.

"Maybe you should start torturing him, love." Carlos stood behind her adn looked at her longingly...damn unrequited love.

"OKay." She punched him across the jaw with a sickening crack. "Who do you work for."

"I ain't tellin' ya bitch!" Trixie tensed. Must stay calm, must stay calm, must stay--fuck it. She punched him hard again.

Sylvia shook her head as they walked inside. Leaning against the door as she pulled it shut, her arms crossed. She was trusting that no one else was going to open the door, for if they did it would be a hard fall for her. "You aint leaving alive, so spill so you can have the quick death." Sylvia muttered, clear enough for the man to understand though.

Yet despite everyone's threats the man spit towards Trixie. Carlos placed a hand on her shoulder to insure seh didn't fly off of the handle again. Good thing too, because that's just what she was about to do.

"Let's go with A DIFFEREN'T question. What's your name?" Trixie said in a sickly sweet tone.

"Jamal."

"Thank you, Jamal. Now the question remains. Who do you work for?" She was making some progress at least.

Sy sighed. She hated how interrigating could take so long and only to get a few details.

~Tides side~

"Ok, besides the four the damned cops have gotten too, who are we missin?" The blonde hair blue eyed boy stared over almost all of his group. "How can we have a proper meeting if no one shows up on time!"

Trixie was beginning to lose patience and Carlos could see this this isnt going to be good

~Tides Side~
Dominique walked in a tight red leather tube dress and killer red high heels. She tossed her black hair over shoulder and her gray eyes that had faint green swirling in the middle looked at the blonde.

"I'm here, quit your bitchin." She gave the feel that she was somewhat important in the group, like the second in command.