With nearly everyone gone outside to enjoy the festivities, hopefully those in the treaty conference will find the food out there to be much more palatable than the treaty they had to swallow.
Fernando walks about the area of the conference room and finds a balcony and steps out onto it. From there he can see the festivities being held in the main market area. He does not care about what is going on outside, his mind is more into the original owner of the tattered EMT jacket he has. Thing is, who knows who's jacket this is? It could be anyone's as it was mass produced for the rescue force of EMT NYC had at the time.
"You should not be here alone. Somebody could kill you from behind." An all too familiar voice tells him.
"I seriously doubt anyone would succeed if they dare try, Lacey." Fernando tells her without turning to face her. "Like the six body guards you have in the room behind us. They should be practicing their marksmanship outside at the duck shoot and not getting fat munching on the Roasted Mutant Giant Chicken Leg."
"You should be out there with my little girl showing her the time of her life before you take her to some hotel room and have your way with her. That is what she wants..." Lacey tells him.
"A father never turns on his daughters for such activities. A father's love to his little girl has lines that shall never be crossed." Fernando tells her, throwing in, "Now Lacey, what do you want?"
"Want? Nothing. You have given me a lot more than any man could give me without slipping in me the sausage of Love. Slavia... Ha! That is a whole lot more than 'Lacey's House of Debauchery and Women of Ill Repute.' So what shall it be, since no man gives that much to anyone without wanting something in return."
"Only thing I ever wanted was to be left alone. Not even here am I getting that. Now grant me that so I can be in peace." Fernando tells her.
"Then can I make one request before I go?" Lacey asks.
"What is it? I give no promise on fulfilling it." Fernando tells her.
"Sometime with my daughter, besides other things, to have that 'mother/daughter' talk." Lacey tells her.
"She's out there somewhere with my assistant. You want to talk to her, go find her." He tells her.
"So, she's a handful or what?" Lacey asks.
"Playing 20 questions?" Fernando asks.
"20 Questions?" Lacey asks.
"Its a game of intellect and intelligence back in New York City. You got 20 questions to figure something out, so you use each question to limit the possibility something is or is not until you find out what it is. So far you have asked 7 questions about Macey. She's fine, still in the same virgin condition I found her in and is learning to be on grade level when I take her to school. Now if you are going to see her and ask her question, that is on you, she's out there having a good time and not stealing food to eat or doing it with dogs to get companionship." Fernando tells her.
"Alright then. Until next we meet, ta ta for now." Lacey says before she begins to walk away.