"What else is there?" Sif asked impatiently.


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    "Well, I was worried that this would give you a heart attack. Mr. Lawrence?" The South Sea Crow called


    out, turning toward the shadows.


    "Mr. Lawrence...? As in... Frank Lawrence?!" Shock showed on Sif''s face. She was dumbfounded,


    even as she nced between the South Sea Crow and the man emerging from the shadows.


    Catching his cue once he was called, Frank strode out pompously into the open.


    Disguises were unnecessary now-he took off his mask and sses, then turned off the recorder in his


    pocket while greeting Sif formally. "Good evening, Ms. Lionheart." "You... Both of you..." Sif cto a


    realization at the sight before her-she was no fool and turned to run after a moment of shock.


    "Running, Ms. Lionheart? Don''t you think it''s already toote?" Frank appeared behind Sif in an instant,


    striking her on the nape and knocking her out.


    The South Sea Crow took a sip of her cocktail even as she watched Sif copse limply on the floor,


    breathing an eerieugh. "Still unchivalrous as ever, my fellow apprentice..." Frank raised a brow,


    ncing at the fair legs poking out beneath the cloak and shook his head exasperatedly. "I''m surprised


    you''d want to kidnap her. Why didn''t you do it yourself?" The South Sea Crow chortled. "Isn''t it more


    interesting for you to show up and do it? I''d just like to see Sif look flustered." "Brat." Frank sighed


    tiredly.


    The South Sea Crow simply shrugged. "Well, I''m done here... I''ll be leaving Morhen now, as I''m sure


    the Lionhearts would suspect my involvement in her disappearance. I''d need a good ce to hide


    though."  englishWon "Go to Riverton. Find Burt Yorkman, and say my name," Frank


    told her and dropped to a crouch to examine Sif.


    "Okay..." The South Sea Crow nodded but soonughed again. "Don''t tellyou''re going to...?" "Shut it,"


    Frank snorted, wondering how nownnocent fellow a her mouth like sesleazy taxi driver. Content bepici


    fot englishto "Oh, right. I met Gus Zeller, the Sorano retainer," he suddenly said.


    "Oh, he''s alive? Shame." The South Sea Crow sighed and left the Dark Life without another word.


    It was only when Frank picked up Sif that he alized that the bartendere and other customers at the


    barwere w n all lying on the floor, passed out as if drunk.  ?wGiven the attention to


    detail, Frank had to admit that though she was his junior, she was now an elite too. Sighing, he carried


    Sif out of the bar.


    Thirty minutester, the bartender stirred and suddenly leapt to his feet, looking around warily.


    Unable to find Sif no matter how he looked, his face fell, and he promptly whipped out his phone to


    make a call. Then, in another thirty minutes, a convoy of Lionheart cars arrived.