The hands of the watch on his wrists were already far past midnight. For a moment he gazed down on them thinking about a game plan should the Feds show up again. Everything seemed quiet though.
A lonely figure sitting on a newly purchased Kawasaki in front of a few dark warehouses at the docks. Naoh couldn't see any other cars or people for that matter. Only one big ship slowly going by.

Out of the corner he finally spotted some headlight that stopped in the distance signalling with the headlights three times.

Noah turned his engine on and pulled his bike around to approach the car.
A dark figure he knew very well stepped out of the vehicle he was approaching slowly. Just to be sure there was a clock safely tugged away in the back of his belt.
"Joker." He called out to greet the man by his nick name.

He got off his bike and greeted the man with a friendly hug and smile that didn't really reach his blue eyes.
"A friend of mine needs some passports and possibly a favour."
Again he let his gaze wander around just to return his attention on the man. "An exchange with the mafia. Well paid job. All you have to do is hand over the item and receive the money. I need somebody who won't talk under pressure."
For the right money Noah would do it himself if Joker declined but he'd rather not stick his own neck out and keep half the cash.

Joker smiled widely, "It has been a while my dear dear friend." Joker straitened his dark green tie as he stepped back and measured that man. "So, they need passports? Are they planning on leaving the family or just taking a haitus? I need to know how deep we are planning on going with these. I need faces, current names, and what country they will be going to, or rather from?" Joker knew he shouldn't have been joining this type of job, but without Faye around his mind wandered off the beaten path again. He blinked and leaned against the driver door of his car with his arms crossed. 'Mafia again,' Joker thought to himself, maybe if things go right this time he could clean house and finish the loop he started years ago. Aloud he addressed Noah again.

"How much am I getting paid as well, should I come armed, alone, with friends, will you be there, and I will only do a drop off in a public place like a mall." He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Noah's, a very disturbing passive look in them.

Joke was one heck of a guy. He could easily impress other with his built and rugged features. But when he smiled his face made him seem like a big teddy...at least to Noah. He knew very well not to underestimate the killer machine though.
Instantly Joker came down to business.
"So, they need passports? Are they planning on leaving the family or just taking a haitus? I need to know how deep we are planning on going with these. I need faces, current names, and what country they will be going to, or rather from?"
"They aren't part of the family. Just have problems with them." He explained before he unzipped his balck hoodie and pulled an envelope from underneath his shirt.
"All the info about them you need. Photos as well." As he handed the envelope over to the other man he added. "I need the best ones you can get for this one. It's a good friend of mine and I don't want her to get any problems."
Piper was much more than a good friend but he didn't need to let Joker know that part.

Pulling a cigarette from his pocket he put it in between his lips and lit it.
"10 grand. Definetly come armed. They are pretty pissed about loosing this 'item' and want it back. Come with friends if you want to split the money."
As he was asked whether he'd be there Noah shook his head. "I wouldn't need you then, would I?"
Both men knew that Noah could but didn't like dirty jobs that might end him six feet under. The risk was too much.

"I will only do a drop off in a public place like a mall." he heard joker say while he blew out some smoke into the cold night air.
"You'll have to negotiate that with the mob." Noah smirked.
"Do we have a deal?" The club owner came right to the point.

Joker sighed and flipped the package open, thumbing through the paperwork. "I need her to meet me at the airport parking lot in two weeks. Small backpack with a week worth of clothes, no forms of ID and on foot. I'll make sure she's safe on the way there. As for the item hand off, what do they need that is worth ten large?" He crossed his arms and let the papers hang in his hand.

Obviously Joker had misunderstood him about the amount of people he needed passports for. Then again if they showed up and there was only one passport for Piper she might leave without that jackass.
Noah grinned a little to himself before he clearified. "It's actually two people. Her boyfriend's coming, too."

The next subject was a little touchier but it was only fair for Joker to ask what he was in for.
"It's money related info that they're desperate to get back. I'm sure they'll try to get it back without paying. Bring the big guns."
Maybe it was a bad idea to let Joker go alone because he might wind up dead and the stick lost without any money in return.
"Do you have somebody to have your back on this?" Noah knitted his brow because he would really like to stay out of the line of fire. Why else would he split the money?

Obviously Joker had misunderstood him about the amount of people he needed passports for. Then again if they showed up and there was only one passport for Piper she might leave without that jackass.
Noah grinned a little to himself before he clearified. "It's actually two people. Her boyfriend's coming, too."

The next subject was a little touchier but it was only fair for Joker to ask what he was in for.
"It's money related info that they're desperate to get back. I'm sure they'll try to get it back without paying. Bring the big guns."
Maybe it was a bad idea to let Joker go alone because he might wind up dead and the stick lost without any money in return.
"Do you have somebody to have your back on this?" Noah knitted his brow because he would really like to stay out of the line of fire. Why else would he split the money?

"Got it, two people. Same idea. Clothes, on foot, no ID." He ran a hand over his head, slicking his hair back, "Yeah I can think of a couple people who could use the money. Do I need to track down this item or would I be lucky enough to know that you already have it?" He raised an eyebrow, he hated playing easter egg hunts with dangerous people especially ones that already tried to kill him previously. But then again that was a life time ago and he was an entirely new man, and just an equally dangerous now.