Log:Icelantic Holiday, Scene 4

Icelantic Holiday 2014/04/17

Harlequin Cecila Sukeban Anthony Quinn|Anthony Ten Baron Z

4

Rasputin's Lair
Rasputin is vanquished. The boy is crouched down in the furthest corner he could find from where the heroes battled against the evil necromancer.

Ten goes over to the boy and crouches down. "It'll be ok," she says.

Harlequin murmurs as he walks over to where the boy is crounced down. "Could someone make certain 'Rasputin' does not regain consciousness?" He then takes a knee near the boy. In Russian he says, "I am Harlequin. What is your name, child?"

Cecila nods some and keeps her attention on rasputin and does a little trick she learned by basically turning the floor into quicksand and encasing him in it so he wont be able to move/escape "Dont worry I got him covered, though I'd feel better if someone stuck like a sock in his mouth or something so he cant you know cast spells or whatever he does or really just so we dont have to hear him talk if he wakes up even"

The boy looks at Ten and Harlequin. The first kind words he's heard in two years break through the shell of terror that held him paralysed. Shuffling across the floor on hands and knees he goes to Harlequin and huddles against the mage's legs, "Leonid. Leonid Demidov. I'm going to die, aren't I?" he asks in Russian looking at Rasputin.

Harlequin reaches down and gently hugs Leonid. He murmurs gently in Russian, "No, Leonid, you are not going to die today. I am a vedun and I am very good at breaking curses."

Ten stays by the frightened boy, but sends the end section of her staff to push Rasputin's mouth open and insert itself inside.

Leonid looks up at Harlequin, "You can break the curse? I'll be able to eat again?" he asks hopefully, speaking in Russian.

Harlequin begins to chant something in a cajoling tone as if appealing to someone or something. The scent of fresh earth and growing plants permeates this dank hole as a healthy green lights grows around Leonid.

Even while deeply unconscious Rasputin screams in agony as his curse is broken.

Leonid shudders, and vomits up a half digested curse-fouled pear. Then he sobs in relief and happiness, clinging onto Harlequins legs. "I'm hungry." he says.

A heavy hand starts knocking on the front door of the house, heavy enough it's audible down in the basement.

Harlequin murmurs gently to Leonid as he gently rubs his back. "The curse is broken, Leonid. Now I will make certain Rasputin will not harm any other child." He looks over at Ten. "Can you get Leonid some..." He stops at the knocking.

Ten says, "I'll search for food. Someone else check out the knocking, since my staff is otherwise engaged."

Looking around Ten can see a half dozen fruits on a table. Some of the fruits are unfit to eat but a couple of apples look decent.

Cecila sighs a bit and asks the others "Think it might be someone called the cops while we were pounding the necromancer's face in?" as she pulls a chocolate bar out of her pocket and offers it to the kid "Here, you're not allergic to peanuts are you?"

Leonid grabs the bar and eats it like a starving child, which of course he is. It's only when he has finished the bar that he thinks to look up towards Cecila and thank her in Russian.

Ten takes the apples that look ok and goes back to Leonid, but before handing them over asks Harlequin, "No magic on these, is there?" to be safe.

Harlequin shakes his head. "No they are not enchanted." He then murmurs to Leonid, "The apples are safe. but eat slowly, my little wolf."

Leonid nods to Harlequin and with great restaint he eats slowly, chewing rather than gulping down every mouthful. "Thank you." he says to Harlequin, and then "Thank you" again to everyone in the basement with him.

More knocking can be heard coming from the front door of the house.

Harlequin then looks up. "I wonder who is at the door?" His motins become slower as he continues to look up.

Cecila sighs some "Want me to go answer that?" she asks the others as she starts heading out of the basement with intent to go towards the front door

Harlequin's inner eyes see a a woman in plain clothes and two uniformed male police offiers stood at the front door.

Harlequin sighs. "The police are at the door. Do we speak to them or leave?" He then adds after a beat. "Ah, yes, there is 'Rasputin' as well. Hmm."

Ten says, "Best to speak, to them, I'd think?"

Harlequin walks over to where Rasputin is imprisoned in the ground. "Yes, probably for the best. I will just make certain 'Rasputin' cannot cast any more magicks. At least for a while."

Cecila shrugs some "Leave it to me" she smiles and heads over to open the front door "Good Afternoon, can I help you? I mean any more than we've already helped out that is" she asks the people at the door.

Harlequin continues to stare down at Rasputin as he murmurs softly, "Vas uth disras, vas uth nienveh," over and over. A silver blue glow begins to form around Rasputin.

The woman in plain clothes holds up a badge. As Cecila spoke in English she also uses that language, "I am Detective Inspector Birgir Thorvaldsen. We received phoned reports from neighbours of explosions heard in this house. Who are you and what is happening here?"

Harlequin's voice catches on one of the recitations but he continues on.

Cecila really doesnt know what language is used around here since she's supposed to be a tourist but does not want to blow their cover "Ah... well everyone calls me Bulldozer where I come from. As for what is happening. Well first you'll want to call whatever team you have to deal with metahuman threats because we've subdued a necromancer who was responsible for abusing a child with magical curses. We've subdued him in the basement so he's ready to be taken into custody"

A faint trickle of blood drips out from under Harlequin's mask and is soaked up by his shirt. Perhaps of more interest is the fact that Rasputin seems to be turning to stone.

Birgir Thorvaldsen tells Cecila, "If meta powers are involved it's out of my jurisdiction. I'll have to call in the United Earth Marshal." She hesitates for a moment, "Abusing a child? Before I call the Marshal I wish to know more."

Leonid cries out in distress as he sees the blood on Harlequin. "No...."

Ten removes the end of her staff from the magician's mouth before it gets caught in stone.

Ten says, "You ok, Harlequin?"

Harlequin takes some deep breathes as he stops chanting. In Russian, "I am well, Leonid, just hard to turn this filth to stone. He wants immortality after all." He gives the boy a gentle squeeze as he says to Ten. "I am changing the base reality of this monster, Ten. Some price must be paid. I will survive." He resumes chanting.

Leonid still looks worried. "The Russian police executed him. But he came back." he tells Harlequin. "Can you really turn him to stone?"

Cecila nods to Birgir and ponders how to explain it "Umm... well from what I understand and I'm not the magic expert in our group but he was cursed in such a way that he could only take food from the necromancer who cursed him and was forced to engage in petty thievery for the necromancer's own personal gain. Also he seems to be a bit malnourished so yeah... I'm sure that qualifies as child abuse somehow. You'll have to talk to Harlequin for better details on the magic aspect but suffice it to say they already broke the curse on the boy and he's eating some food right now"

Harlequin nods to Leonid as he continues to chant. Rasputin will no longer take immortaliy for granite when he is done.

Birgir Thorvaldsen frowns. "If I call the Marshal he will arrest the boy for thieving. He has no sympathy at all as far as I have seen. He will not consider the coercion of the boy as a factor. All he seems to know is the letter of the rule book. Not the spirit. You are the metas from America I was briefed on. Watching over some important children?"

Rasputin seems to be fully stone now. Harlequin takes some deeps breaths as if he has been running. "Well, that was moderately unpleasant."

Ten says, "More than moderately, it seems. Sure you're ok? Can I get you something?"

Leonid goes over hesitantly to stone Rasputin. Then he kicks the staue in his granite face and hops on one foot for a few moments. But the boy seems to think the pain was worth it from the smile on his face.

Harlequin says in Russian to Leonid. "Do you have parents, my little wolf? Family in the Rodina?" He looks over at Ten. "I will recover soon, but thank you, tovarisch."

Cecila rubs her head for a moment as she thinks "Well you may need to call the Marshal for the necromancer. As for the boy, I'm not sure if he has any metahuman abilities of his own. Do you not have some sort of child services around here? The kid has been through a lot and it'd probably be better to deal with him that way than to throw him in jail or prison. Doesn't the kid's welfare come first or something?"

Leonid shakes his head. It doesn't seem to upset him. The loss is far in his past. "No, Sir. I am an orphan. I was in the orphanage that Rasputin owned. He found out I could turn invisible so he didn't sell me like the other children."

Cecila adds in "And yeah that would be us. Though this boy isn't part of our group we just cant stand by when things need to be fixed"

Harlequin looks down at Rasputin. He says in a tight voice in English. "How...enterprising of him. Ten? Do you have a hammer?

Birgir Thorvaldsen explains, "In Iceland we have extended families. If a child has the misforture to lose parents there is always another in the family to take them in. Our child services have no children to deal with. And the staff are in child services because they can do no harm there. I am a mother. I would not want a child of mine to go to Child Services." She thinks for a few moments, and then sends the uniformed officers back to their car. "I am a busy person. I have other cases. I will return in an hour. If you are still here I will call Child Services and the Marshal."

Cecila nods some to Birgir and sighs "Well looks like we got an hour to discuss it then. I'll let the others know" she then heads back down into the basement where the necromancer and kid they saved are still.

Harlequin murmurs in Russian, "Leonid, tell me how you ended up here with him (indicates Rasputin) so I can tell the others. You do not speak English do you?"

Cecila takes a deep breath as she gives the rundown of what's going on "Alright, the officer gave us an hour to deal with this. It seems they'd rather avoid putting the kid in with Child Services. Also they didn't want to call the United Earth Marshal in because he's a strict by the book type and would arrest this necromancer and the boy as well. So we have an hour to go through our options. I think the very least is we want to make sure this scumbag that did this is dealt with I believe"

Harlequin murmurs, "Well, he is stone for now. Granite I think."

Leonid shakes his head, "No, Sir. I only speak Russian and some Icelandic. I was in the orphanage he owned after my parents died in a car crash. My father would drink too much. He was selling the children to rich people who wanted to adopt and weren't allowed to in their own countries. He paid the police to look away. But then he started selling to wealthy people who needed organs for their own sick children. The police found out and they arrested him. The police wouldn't look away for that. He was tried and then executed. But he came back, killed all the police and the judge, and excaped to here, taking me with him. That was two years ago."

Harlequin translates for the rest of the Guard.

Cecila nods a bit at that "Yeah I sorta sensed that. So do we want to move him onto the front yard? Now that he's granite statue I can easily move him onto the front yard and the Marshall can pick him up. Now the other question is about the boy. What's his family situation like? Does he have any extended family he can go with and barring that does he have any special talents?"

Harlequin looks down at the granite Rasputin. "Yes, and call the Russian embassy here in Iceland and tell them a multiple murderer is available for use as gravel if they wish." He reaches down and picks Leonid back up. "I will take care of him for now. And yes, this little wolf can turn invisible."

Leonid wraps his arms around Harlequin's neck when he is picked up.

Ten says, "So, do we get out of here now?"

Harlequin nods slightly. "After leaving Rasputin here with a note for the police explaining it all." He reaches down with his free hand into his pouch and pulls out paper and pen. "Who cares to write it?"

Harlequin then murmurs to Leonid in Russian. "Would you like to come with us, little wolf?"

Leonid nods, "Da." he answers simply.

Cecila shrugs some "Not it... besides I cant write" she smirks as the others present probably know of her condition "And looks like the kid is staying with you. Seems everything turned out alright. Should we get back before the other kids get suspicious then?"

Harlequin fills in the note for the police then reaches into his pocket and takes out a new sleek PDA. He brings up a number after a while then calls the Russian embassy in Reyjavik. He leaves a message with them about Rasputin then drops the phone back into his bag.

Harlequin then says as he shifts Leonid slightly. "Shall we go?"

Reykjavik Market Square
The Rasputin heroes return to the market square just in time, as the tour guides are gathering people to move onto the first of the visits to art galleries and museums. The kids obviously know something has happened, especially when they see Harlequin, or Steven as he has reverted to by now, carrying another child.

The kids swarm around Steven and Leonid, "Who is he?", "Did you rescue him?", "Did you have a fight?" comes from the kids, one kid speaking over another.

Peter looks a bit apologetically at Sukeban, staying back. He is the oldest, by a couple of years, and feels he has to be the responsible one.

Harlequin says in his Steven voice, "The young man's name is Leonid. He is an orphan. We will be taking care of him. Leonid does not speak English, just Russian and some Icelandic.

Cecila figures distraction works best even though their covers are blown at least in regards to the kids "How's about we all go enjoy the museum and save the questions for when we're back at the resort?" she suggests to the children bombarding everyone with questions particularly ones they shouldn't be asking or getting answered in public. No doubt there will be plenty of questions later though.

Anne Maria asks the Steels, "Do you speak Russian?"

Mark answers, "No. Just German and English."

Graham says, "He needs some new clothes."

Patrica points to a clothing stall. "I have most of my spending money left." she volunteers.

Anthony smiles and gives a nod of his head to Patricia. "No need for that," he says. "I can make sure he's taken care of on that account."

Harlequin says, "I will take care of it, but thank you, Patricia. That is very kind of you."

The kids look up at Cecila, "He needs some clothes and a wash." Peter points out as the kids gaze up at her.

Harlequin then adds, "Or I will let the millionaire take of it." He actaully cracks a smile at this.

Harlequin leans down and sniffs Leonid's hair. "Ah, is that what it is. I thought it was the hakarl."

Anthony nods to 'Steven'. "I suspect that he is not going to want to leave your side, right at the moment," he says, "So we might want to hold off on shopping until after the museum and then we can go out."

Sukeban follows along

Although he suggested waiting to purchase clothing Anthony does take the opportunity to use the gift shops of the various museums to obtain a jacket, clean shirt, and cap for Leonid, as well as food from the cafeteria.

Harlequin takes Leonid into a bathroom at museum. When they come out, Leonid's clothes look much better, more like the other kids.

The next stop, the guides explain, is lunch at the Carlasjor Restaurant. Although it may be debatable how much appetite the kids have left after consuming icecreams and candies brought in the market.

The kids do seem to greet the idea of lunch quite favourable.

Leonid thanks Anthony and 'Steven'. He seems quite overwhelmed by the care and attention they are giving him.

Carlasjor Restaurant
At the restaurant Anthony is quite careful to be completely sure of what it is that he is ordering before it is brought to him.

The restaurant is large and while not a high class establishment is clearly well respected considering the number of locals as well as other tourists already seated at table. There's a section of five tables with reserved signs on them to which the guides appear to be leading the group.

Ten wonders whether to risk local food. . o O (It won't kill me, but that doesn't mean I can eat it.)

Cecila spends most of her time listening to the guides and the museum staff since she lacks the primary means to appreciate it but still it's on the itinerary. That said when it comes to lunch time she's all in and orders something that isnt hakarl thanks to Anthony's earlier exposure to it.

As the group is heading towards the reserved tables, a newspaper that was hiding the reader is lowered. The man at the table calls out in German, "Children of the Wolf. Come here."

Mark and Patrica break off from the group and go to the man's table.

Sukeban follows along after her temporary wards.

The man watches Sukeban's approach with a smile. He switches to English, talking to the Steels, "Let us speak English so your watcher can understand. Sit down, children. Would you like some icecreams?"

Mark and Patrica nod, "Yes please, Sir." they answer happily.

Sukeban steps in front of the kids, "Not interested. It'd spoil their appetite."

Sukeban says, "How about you talk to me, not them."

Ten positions herself where she can observe the man, and Mark and Patricia.

The man frowns and tells Sukeban, "You are not one of my children. I have so little chance to see them. I'm really going to have to insist. You and I can speak afterwards. And I'll conduct my conversation with Dolanic in English so you may hear what is being said."

Sukeban shakes her head, "These aren't yer kids. They're just a couple of Brit brats on vacation. And it's my job to keep creeps away from them." She looks at the twins, "Let's go. Ya know better than to take ice cream, or candy, from a stranger."

Cecila listens as to what the kids and the man talk briefly. They seem to be well taken care of by Sukeban and probably know the man in question at least. She follows with the rest of the group to the reserved tables. After dealing with a necromancer before lunch she figures the incidents might be kept to less than one a day hopefully.

Mark and Patrica stand irresolute, neither moving away or sitting at the table.

Eve says to Sukeban, "Let them talk - where's the harm?"

Anthony watches the exchange between Sukeban and the seated gentleman. "Well, at least we aren't in one of the museums," he says to himself. Never the less he glances about Sukeban in an effort to try and classify the various things around her based on their value and flammability.

The man says, "It is up to Mark and Patrica. It is not your decision to make. And in one thing you are wrong. They are my children, perhaps even more so than if I was their biological father.

Sukeban sneers, "Sorry, but I'm their guardian right now. And even if you once had a connection to these kids, it's been cut." She puts her hands on Mark and Patricia's shoulders and begins to herd the to the table with the rest.

Mark and Patrica resist, trying to stand their ground.

Sukeban whispers, "Move it ya little punks. Yer not Wolfguard. Not now, and never were."

The man tells Sukeban, "Neither am I. Not now."

The man adds, "You are making this difficult. I spoke with them last year at the ski lodge. There was no trouble. And there does not need to be trouble this year. I merely wish to speak with my children."

Sukeban says, "That great. So yer an ex-supervillain. As a former delinquent, I regard ya as one of my people. My people are jerks. Let's go kids."

Mark and Patrica continue to passively resist Sukeban's effort to move them away.

Quinn gives a slight inward sigh as he spies the gentleman scattered about. This has moved from being a far from optimal situation to one several steps worse. "If the children wish to talk with him," Anthony says to Sukeban, "perhaps we should respect their wishes. After all, they have to be allowed some choice in who they are going to be, don't they? And as the good Doctor here," he says with a tilt of his head in the man's direction, "has been kind enough to promise to keep the exchange in English we know he won't be doing anything like trying to force their compliance with threats."

The man shrugs, "I never claimed I was an ex-supervillain. I said I was no longer connected to Wolfguard. In large part, in fact, I am responsible for the demise of that organisation."

Sukeban rolls her eyes at Quinn, "See. He's not an ex-supervillain, he's an active supervillain. That's so much better." She tightens her grip on the kids, "The thing about kids, expecially young ones, is that they'll want to do things that they really shouldn't. It's our job as adults to set boundaries and enforce them."

 Bulldozer Cecila says, "Besides, if he wanted to do a snatch and grab it would have been better done earlier when half of the chaperones were off beating a necromancer to a pulp"

Quinn flashes a smile. "It is our job as adults to help them make the proper choices," he says. "They can't do that if they aren't given any choices, can they?"

Eve sighs. . o O (Right. And escalating this to a fight would be setting them a really good example.)

Sukeban sighs, "Yer a smart guy, and I'm a moron, I get that. But this isn't running into a distant relative while on a trip. This guy didn't just happen to be in Iceland, and he didn't just happen to be in this cafe. He's followin' them." She turns to the man, "Ya want to talk them, send a freakin' letter. Pick up the phone. Act like a normal person. Ya stalk them like this, this is the reaction ya get."

Anthony nods to Sukeban. "And if he really meant to cause problems there would have been a lot of better ways than announcing his presence to us here," he says.

The man sighs, "I see them for a few short minutes once a year. That hardly classes as stalking in my view."

Sukeban glares at the man, "Funny thing. Yer opinion means jack squat. I realize yer not used to be denied, but yer just goin' to have to get used to it." She turns her glare on Quinn, "And there's lots of ways to cause trouble without breakin' crap. Like chatting nice and human like with kids to plant the seed that he's a decent human being so he can lead them astray later!"

Eve says, "He was there last year too, and wasn't any trouble."

Sukeban throws up her hands, "Fine! Whatever! I give up. I try to do my freakin' job, and this is what I get?" She lets go of the kids, "Do whatever the heck ya want, but if ya end up supervillains some day, I'll burn you down like any other ones." She stalks over to the main table and flops down in her chair.

As Sukeban departs to her own table Anthony flashes the good doctor another of his smiles. "Seeing as how my friend is a bit distraught at the moment I hope you will have no objections to my joining you will you meet with your. . .children?" he asks.

Eve sits quietly nearby and contemplates the menu.

The man invites the Steels to sit down again. They do so. He invites Anthony to join them Icecreams are ordered and the man, keeping his promise to speak in English, asks them if they are happy? If they have made friends as the school? He tells them that his castle is open to them. They are welcome to stay for a day, a week, or as long as they like. Although, he says they would miss their friends and the school is a better place for them while they are happy there. He asks about their school work, and gives them a little lecture when they say they have problems with learning numbers and arithmetic. "I have given you a good brain. It is not lack of ability. It is lack of interest. You should try harder. Even for you and your siblings, Children of the Wolf, a good education is important." Finally he gives Mark a PDA, "This has my direct line number in the contacts. Call me if you ever have a problem. And this," he puts a gift wrapped box about the size of a box of matches, "is for Gemini. Can you see she gets it?"

The man adds, "There are files on the PDA. You should give copies of the files to the nurse at your school."

Anthony reaches out to place a hand over the wrapped box. "Why don't I give this to her?" he asks. "I think I am likely to see her before the kids do."

The man nods to Anthony, "By all means. She will get it? I do not like to doubt your word but it is something she will want."

Anthony quirks an eyebrow slightly. "Well now," he says, "have I ever given you reason to doubt my word?"

The man shakes his head, "No, you have not. I only question because the gift in the box is so important for Gemini. And of the third generation children she is my favourite."

Anthony gives a nod of his head. "I will be sure she gets it," he says.

The man looks at Mark and Patrica. He smiles, "Go join your friends. Your watcher and I have boring things to discuss."

The Steels stand and make their way towards the reserved tables. They stop part way and turn to wave. The man smiles and waves back.

Anthony arches an eyebrow once more. "I think the term 'chaperone' might me more approriate," he says. "One who accompanies and protects. 'Watcher' seems a little too...I don't know...passive maybe? Or maybe uninvolved? Like we are simply here to observe their actions."

The man nods, "I stand corrected. English is not my native language."

The man glances over towards Sukeban. "I would not consider her passive or uninvolved. But I respect her concern for the children. I would never do anything to harm them but she was not to know that."

Anthony smiles once more. "My apologies," he says, then gives another nod when Sukeban is addressed. "Yes, she is extremely protective of children," he says. "I gather her own childhood was a bit...troubled. However I doubt that is what you wanted to speak to me about."

Eve glances around to make sure the other children are ok while this conversation continues.

The man shrugs, "There was only one thing I wished to speak with you about that I did not wish the children to hear. Wolfguard are sterile. They were designed to be incapable of having children. It was a requirement of the Council of Wolfhead. So that they could maintain a monopoly of Wolfguard talents. The box I gave you for Gemini contains a gene slicing virus that reverses that."

Anthony gives a little chuckle and then coughs into his closed fist. "Ah...yes...explaining the nature of the gift to them might be a little...awkward," he says. "Does it come with instructions or are you relying on me to relay the information?"

The man tells Anthony, "There is a data chip inside that provides full and complete instructions. Which, now I think of it, ought not to be taken to Undermoon if what I have heard is correct. Oh, the gene slicing virus will also give Gemini the same life prolonging genes I have. How effective they are I cannot say. There's only one subject to compare with at the moment. I was born in 1934."

"Ah. That isn't a standard characteristic of a Wolfguard Agent?" Quinn asks. "For some reason I thought it was."

The man smiles, "No. Oh, had they realised it was possible I'm sure the Council would have insisted. But I did not want to have immortal, or near immortal, Wolfguard. I was already beginning to have doubts about the Cause by the time I perfected the genetics for the Royal caste, the first of the Wolfguard."

Quinn nods once more. "So give it to her but make sure she's away from Undermoon at the time," he says. "Got it. Is there anything else?"

The man shakes his head. "Only that I'm thankful for your intervention. I would not have resorted to violent means to speak to the children. What kind of example would that have been for them? My bodyguards are here as bodyguards. I have enemies." He shrugs, "While I'm in this expansive and grateful mood, are there any questions you wish to ask?"

Quinn gives a little laugh and shakes his head. "Not in particular," he says, then thinking for a moment he says, "Actually, there is one thing, I suppose. Can we expect to see you again next year during the kid's vacation?"

The man smiles, "Yes. I hope so. If you had children and could see them for just a few minutes, once every year, would you miss such an opportunity?"

Anthony shakes his head and smiles. "I suppose not," he says, "but perhaps next year we could work out something a little more in advance. Permission from the children's parents and that sort of thing? It might help prevent tense situations like the one we had earlier."

Eve thinks. o O (Well, at least Sukeban didn't start a fight - in the end.)

The man smiles, "You mean Col Steel? I wonder what she would say? If you refer to birth parents, I am the closest to that."

Anthony thinks on that for a moment. "Well, she might ask you to make certain concessions," he says, "but I have to say that I'm sure you could come up with something to pique her interest, could you not?"

Harlequin has just listened to everything so far with apparent mild interest. He has held onto onto Leonid's hand the entire time though.

The man says, "Possibly. But now I think I should leave you in peace. You're in danger of missing the first course." He stands, gives Anthony a slight Prussian bow, and makes his way out of the restaurant.

Leonid holds tight to Harlequin's hand and shows no desire to move away from the mage.

Anthony smiles and stands and extends a hand to the man before he can depart. "Good night," he says. "See you again next year."

The Baron shakes hands with Anthony and then departs.

Two near fourth generation and one near third generation bodyguards leave with the Baron. The oldest of the bodyguards looks back as he is about to leave the restaurant, "Tell Chen it doesn't cost anything to send me a letter once in a while."