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' ' So far, being back in Valkyrie was going well. She had only been there for a few days. She had seen some old friends, Rocky, who was like a second brother. She had come over and seen some of her Italian family members. But most of all, so far, apart from the night terrors and minor flash backs, it had been relatively peaceful which was something she needed. She loved what she did, really, she was grateful she was able to experience what she had been a part of and the things she had seen but she was exhausted. For the past few years, she had been far away from her home town of Valkyrie, California. Namely all around Africa. She had stopped home a few times intermittently but it was never for more than a couple weeks or so. She had always felt like she needed to come home because the world got too stressful or that she needed to leave because California felt fake to her most of the time. The people she grew up with she loved, the friends of her brothers that she tagged along with when she was as young as two, she loved them. Her friend Elise, she loved her but my god did she dislike the whole of southern California. Although, she hated it less than the east coast. At least California didn't pretend to care much about the rest of the world and then do nothing as people were butchered. Californians, many of them knew and were okay with the fact that they were shallow. Negating east LA of course, and parts of Valkyrie. From what she knew from Carter, her brother, Valkyrie had slowly become more and more crime ridden. Cherry was not surprised. She had grown up among criminals.

It was why she was heading to the Giovanni mansion. Her brother usually stayed with the family there. He had spent the first night back at their father's house but he left Cherry to take care of the joint, which was fine by her. She knew Carter had left their sister a message to come back but honestly, Cherry could handle things alone. Part of her missed Lissy, which was Calista's sibling appointed nickname but part of her was too worried about everything else to want to deal with the drama that followed when the pair of twins were in the same room. Lissy and Linny, the twins, the very blonde twins. And Tory, Carter's sibling nickname. Lissy and her didn't have the greatest relationship. They were two very different people. It was strange though because every single one of the Birch's were very family oriented. Family was important to every single one of them. Cherry loved her family. But Cherry and Calista could never seem to get along. They were too different, too... too jealous of each other. Calista was this graceful, intelligent, high class woman. She enjoyed nice clothes and did not like getting dirty. Cherry was the girl who ruined her birthday dress by chasing one of her Gio family members into the mud and tackling him when they were kids. Cherry was the tom boy who never wore make up and would dress in feminine clothes but always relaxed, never classy. Calista was not that girl. She was the girl men looked at and saw a beauty. Cherry was the girl they would admit was hot but say she was more of a sister. Or if they didn't know her, sexy fun time was good. Which was fine with her at the moment. She didn't need a guy hanging all over her. Boys were so damn needy.

Cherry walked up to the Giovanni Mansion from the back, coming up from the back grounds. She waved as she saw a familiar face "relaxing" outside the backdoors which of course he was essentially guarding the door. He nodded at Cherry with a smile as she walked into the Mansion. Goose bumps formed down her arms and legs for a moment as her body got used to stepping in from the hot summer air outside to the central air of the mansion. Cherry walked through the large home and into one of the side living rooms. She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Carter telling him she was here. She was a friend and distant family member of the Gio's but she was not one of them in the way Carter had become. She knew she was welcome in the house but she did not like to go poking around. She felt it was safer for both her and the Gios. Plausible deniability and all that. She only ever left the first floor if someone who was an actual mafia member was escorting her. General courtesy in her mind. She walked by the wall looking at some of the pictures as she put the headphones over her ears that attached to her phone, which doubled as an mp3 player. She looked at the photographs, dancing in place a bit to the random 80s rock that was now playing into her ears.

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[jeremy caleb foster]

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"look foster, you're not undercover to be dicking around... it's been three months and you don't have anything?" getting any information was easier said than done. he was a good soldier and the right people recognized that, but he was a soldier to the giovannis for only a year and a half. he was barely scratching the surface. morales really thought this gathering of intel was a goddamn walk in the park. jeremy's head fell down into his palm, he rubbed his eyes as the irritated morales continued to scold him. it was just going in one ear and out the other. every few months when there was nothing for jeremy to report, according to morales, it meant he wasn't doing his job. at least the director robert levy knew things like this took time. this was organized crime and trust wasn't given out like lollipops. "it's early. i'll let you know when i wake up more." he could distantly here 'foster, don't you hang up on me,' but jeremy closed his phone, disconnecting the call. he stared out his window for a moment, but his attention was pulled away from all things work when an arm wrapped around his chest. "who was that lucky?" a slow and tired voice asked him. mmmm. heather. he touched her fingers and shook his head. "my brother," he lied. heather patted his chest a little bit before retracting her arm and propping herself up on her elbows. "i didn't know you had a brother." jeremy put his cell phone back on the table and laid back down. "he doesn't live here," jeremy said looking at heather, her brown hair falling right below her chin. he didn't really like talking about his family, even if the people he worked for knew no secrets about jeremy's family. he suggested that to the fbi. why come up with an elaborate cover story? he was "kicked out" of the fbi for personnel reasons and ended up getting arrested for drugs. it was a story the giovannis believed, so jeremy knew what he was doing. heather sighed and looked at the time on the digital clock. "damn, i got to get to rehearsal." she leaned over kissing the side of his mouth. jeremy held her chin before she could pull away and planted a much more hungry kiss on her lips. he could feel her starting to smile and she giggled. "i seriously need to go. maggie will kill me if i'm late." jeremy had been at the m lounge the night before. he had to bet, the most beautiful women danced there. he ran into heather again the night before and well... this was the remnants of the morning after. "are you coming tonight?" she asked, pulling away and getting out of his bed, picking up her tank top and shorts and putting them on. jeremy shrugged. "i don't know yet. i might get caught up," he said. heather nodded walking over to the mirror hanging on the wall and running her fingers through her hair and fixing the smudges of mascara under her eyes. heather knew jeremy worked for the giovannis. he was confident that was half the reason she found appeal in him. it was the danger thing, he was sure. heather waved him goodbye and a few seconds later he heard the front door of his apartment open and close. he didn't have many plans today. no jobs that was mandatory for him to complete. hm. maybe he could stop by the gio mansion to see what carter was up to. hell, maybe jeremy would get a call saying he needed to go collect money from someone who was behind. then they could have a little fun with that one. jeremy sat up, rubbed his eyes again. yeah, that sounded like a good plan. it took jeremy fifteen minutes to shower and get ready. he locked his apartment up and jogged down the three flights of stairs to his car outside. he thought it was unreal that people were constantly in that mansion, and that they were all welcomed at any time of the day. jeremy had already met fausto's wife annora, and she was a very kind woman. she told him he could stop by anytime and dinner was always served at six-fifteen. they really did treat them like one of the family. he parked across the street from the mansion, several other cars were parked along the street as well. he knocked on the door and marino greeted him at the door. marino was very tall even to jeremy, his black hair slicked back, the gold of his rings gleaming in the sun. marino was a class-a mobster. he was older, and jeremy knew he was a confidant to fausto. jeremy patted marino on the shoulder before walking up the stairs to find carter's room. he knocked once before letting himself in. "carter, are you busy today...?" he asked, but the room was empty. hm. maybe he was already called out. jeremy left the room, well his plans went back to square one: not know what to do. he started descending the stairs two at a time but slowed when he saw some blonde woman dancing to unheard music. he looked around to see if anyone was seeing this as well, but no, he was alone. he smiled slightly walking down the remainder of the stairs. well, she thought she was alone... up until her in-place dancing took her to facing him. jeremy's smile widened. it was carter's sister. he knew because he had seen her photograph. "don't stop on my account," he joked. "you're carter's sister, right?" he asked. IT'S A VERY VERY MAD WORLD

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[cherlin aia birch]

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' ' The Giovanni mansion was quite a spectacular sight to be perfectly honest. Many of the homes uptown were like that though. Large, beautiful buildings of central air, electricity and running water. Cherry grew up well off. Her father was the mayor after all. She never HAD to worry about money, but she did. She always did and she blamed her mother for that. Cherry was close with her father, she was but before her mother died, she was always a mama's girl. People may find that odd because Cherry is so much of a sports and activities type of girl, but thing was, so was her mother. Her father was the one that was a bit more into the wine and dine culture. He was the one that liked impressing and schmoozing with people wearing nice clothes and owning nice things. It was why he was so okay with taking money from the Giovanni's in exchange for a few favors. He had grown up poor in the Bronx, and been interested in politics from the beginning so being poor but surrounding yourself in a culture about kissing ass and playing the money game? He enjoyed having money once he got it. Cherry's mother? Caley was her name. Yeah all the Birch's had names beginning with C. Carl was her father, Caley her mother, Carter her brother, and Calista her sister and then her, Cherlin. She always felt special because her name was a Cha sound instead of the K sound.

Anyways, Caley, her mother, she was the one with the Giovanni blood in her. She grew up well off from it. You see, her mother was wonderful. She really was. Beautiful, graceful, smart, kind. Cherry's mom worked as a volunteer, organizing benefits and such. She had spent a summer in Rwanda before the war in 94. But she knew a lot about human rights and international politics. Cherry was fascinated by the complexity of the issues. The emotional and horrific sides of it she didn't get until she was older. But her mother and cherry connected because of that. She always respected her for how much of her time she was willing to give and to not get paid. But because of this interest, even being so well taken care of financial, even in American standards, because believe me there is a huge difference, Cherry was always concerned with economics and the money problems around the world. She did not have a problem with an American, or anyone, owning a large, glamorous home. She could admire the architecture and the grandness of it all, but what she really hated about, Americans specifically, was that they very rarely appreciated what they had. It was funny, in a way, the criminals in her life appreciated their money and resources much more than the average law abiding citizen. Cherry assumed it was because of what they risk to gain the wealth, and then getting a substantial flow back. As opposed to many Americans who work honestly but exhaust themselves everyday to not have enough for the bills so they resent how little they have and yet to still have electricity, heat, food, water, in those aspects, they forget how much they truly have.

When Cherry was abroad she had mostly been living in tents on cots in sometimes unbearably hot environments and honestly? She hadn't minded it at all. She had bottled water, she had food, she had friends all around her, felt like she was helping at least in a small way. The only part of her travels that made her so relieved to be back was the violence and cruelty she had seen in some villages. The anger and desperation in the faces of people on both sides was heartbreaking, especially since basically all of the social and economic problems in these countries can be traced back to some Western country that had at one point colonized or taken over, or interfered like the US with Nicaragua in the 80s when the US had turned a group of rebels into terrorists against their own people, literally instructing them to target civilians and children in order to shake the populations faith in their actual government. Not only did the US turn them into terrorists, they funded them. Gave them the guns and then pointed it at children, telling them to pull the trigger. Oh and when the UN and the World Court BOTH ordered the US to give reparations, the Reagan administration said the US was acting in self defense. HOW? Nicaragua first off, was not under communist control as the US claimed but even if they had been, they would have never been a threat to the USA. And again, getting off topic.

Cherry very much liked the Giovanni mansion. Personally, she could be happy with far less but wealth was not the problem, it was not understanding that wealth. Besides, the place might be big but, do you know how many people are in, around and sleeping in it during any given night? A lot. A lot of people came through this place but always with a purpose. Cherry looked at the faces of the people in the pictures on the wall before turning around to the music and seeing a man standing there. Cherry grinned widely at the man, the attractive man, but felt no embarrassment, even if he had just walked in on her dancing by herself to music only she could hear. She reached up and pulled the headphones off her ears, grin remaining as she looked him up and down quickly as he asked if she was Carter's sister. She stood with most of her weight shifted to one hip, "And Hel-lo gorgeous!" Cherry replied, the grin still planted on her lips. She shook her head slightly and put her index finger up, "And no, see he's MY brother. " She added, turning the index finger to point at herself. She used both hands, including the hand holding her music player, and gestured down her body, pointing the toes of her left foot slightly, "Clearly, I'm the identifier of the family." She added in a sarcastically cocky tone. She stood up straight and pocketed the player. She stepped forward and extended her hand with a smile, "Cherry, and you are...?"

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[jeremy caleb foster]

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NOTES: hope everything sounded ok! --- THE only thing that was hard for jeremy to deal with was that he hadn't seen his family in awhile. they didn't know much, but his mother was already very used to that because of their father, liam. they knew he was discharged from the fbi, they knew he was caught with drugs and assaulted a cop in the new york city area, and they knew he went to prison. if it wasn't for their father's own suspicious behavior, they would probably believe jeremy went off and did these things. it was unspoken that he probably wasn't really in the situation, but of course they could never ask. his brother and sister made the trip from boston to new york city for his trial, his mother was unable to. jeremy was glad for that. he didn't want his mother to be there for the quick trial in which he was found guilty on his charges. exactly what he wanted. his mother, though, did visit him in prison once. the journey from boston, massachusetts to ossining, new york where he was held at the sing sing correctional facility was close to four and a half hours on a good day. and jeremy didn't want her traveling when she didn't need to. she asked if he was doing alright and jeremy could only tell her that he was fine. it wasn't like he could tell her this was all a part of the plan. the last thing he would have wanted was for her to know everything and the italians threatening her. except now, he felt like he overcame that hump in his initiation into the family. the only thing he felt like would prompt the italians to go to his family was if they got suspicious, and so far, he was doing good. nothing to worry about. he did always fear that his siblings would try and come find him. they had always been close. they felt betrayed when he was arrested. they were trickier than their mother. they just felt like this wasn't right and where did he go wrong and all of these things. they came to visit him in prison more often, which jeremy hated. you never knew which guards were being paid by prisoners or groups that were interested in learned who visited who and if they were able to pick up on any of the conversations. prison was just as bad, if not worse than what everyone saw on television. jeremy was lucky that the italians took him under their wing so soon. with them, he had automatic protection. even in prison, the italians were feared. of course there was the occasional murderer or seasoned burglar that believed he was big man in the courtyard, but that was always resolved quite quickly. jeremy always wondered if his father would be proud of him. would he have liked that jeremy so willingly sold his soul away to the agency like liam had? even if he was technically an agent, he hadn't been able to uncover what really had led to his father's death. jeremy's agent status was only real to him, levy, and morales. everyone else believed what jeremy was telling them. a convict was what he was. to everyone, a disappointment to his dead father. but, jeremy believed differently. though, he did often think, if he had his own son, would jeremy want his son to live a life of danger? would he be proud? it was hard to tell, but jeremy could only believe that his father was proud. liam's memory was what drove jeremy. it was why he was here. if he thought differently, well, he probably would have a normal job, with a normal girlfriend, in a normal house. a normal life where he wasn't worried about being killed and no one ever finding his body. jeremy was too adventurous for that lifestyle. morales believed that he was screwing around. even if he hadn't found much intel to report about didn't mean he wasn't doing his job. he had a part of play, and the funny thing about it was, his personality hadn't changed. he was still the same guy who enjoyed all the was given to him. from the drinks, to the ladies, to the nightlife, it was an added bonus to the job. on top of his own charming personality, jeremy was an italian soldier. this meant that he was looked at differently. he was just enough dangerous, and just enough bad to be feared and sought after all at the same time. he would not lie, it was nice having women coming up to him asking where he got this scar or that cut, saying how brave he was. what was jeremy supposed to do, ignore it? yeah, right. he loved it, and with the women boosting his ego, it only encouraged him to pursue. he was going to have a word with carter. for not introducing him to his sister earlier. "And Hel-lo gorgeous!" he grinned. that saved him about a half an hour. "my apologies, then," he told her when she said that carter was her brother. and of course his eyes followed where the gestured. he walked down the remainder of the stairs. he took her hand. "jeremy. or lucky. i go by both." he put a finger to his chin and tapped it. "if you're looking for your brother, he's not here," jeremy told her. "are you hungry?" he asked, extending his elbow for her to take. "why don't i take you to lunch. my treat." IT'S A VERY VERY MAD WORLD

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[cherlin aia birch]

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' ' Since Cherry had come back to Valkyrie, she had noticed a few things were a bit different than the last time she was here. Valkyrie has become far more crime ridden and desperate in a way. Probably from the earthquake and it's close proximity to LA and Vegas, added to the wealth and rebellion that Valkyrie had always hoarded, made the city an easy target once word got out. Cherry was not surprised. She had grown up among criminals. Her distant Italian family were the Giovanni's and let us just say they are into a different kind of business, less paper work more blood. Her brother grew up to be trained and a part of them. From what she heard, many of his friends became criminals in the past few years, including one of Cherry's best friends Elise. Her father, the Mayor, or ex-Mayor now, he had been corrupt since day one and doing things for the Italians. She was used to criminals being around her in Valkyrie. So what if they were louder now?

She had still never seen anything that compared to the brutal heartlessness of a starving, desperate man who had lost his family and handed a gun when he was ten to fight in never ending battles that raged on just outside of his door, never knowing if he'd live through the day, never knowing if when he got home it would be to his child's corpse. A man with truly nothing to lose except rage and bloodlust was a terrifying thing, and she had to go across the world to see it, to be attacked by it, to try and help it and never seeming to get anywhere substancial because there was always more to do. It was the governments and the corporations that ran the political game that did this to them. Western cultures setting up rifts like what the europeans did in creating the Hutu and the Tutsis in Rwanda, or turning simple rebels into terrorist like the USA did to Nicaragua (and about a million other countries). It seemed almost kinder to her to be a criminal than to support the american system of government. That plus she had been having severe nightmares lately. She just kept pushing back memories. It was too hard to think about them.

Besides, why think about the sad moments in life when instead you can think about the fun and tasty ones such as the man standing in front of her. Cherry had always been a bit of a flirt, at least since she grew her tits and the guys she surrounded herself with began to notice, oh hey, she is a girl. She's a girl covered in mud, but yes, still a girl. Cherry probably wouldn't be considered a promiscuous girl, nor was she a tease, she was just a flirt. She was all for casual sex but it wasn't for strangers. Although, maybe if most strangers looked like this man she would have reconsidered her policy. "jeremy. or lucky. i go by both." Cherry cocked her head to the side slightly and looked at him confused, "Lucky, huh?" She began curiously. "funny, I would have pegged you as more of a skill man." She added with a small smirk, her tone practically shrugging for her. As he explained her brother wasn't there she hung her head back and groaned, "what a diphole." Cherry exclaimed half kidding. She rocked slightly on the balls of her feet and looked back at Jeremy as he asked if she was hungry, "why don't i take you to lunch. my treat." Cherry couldn't help but give a small laugh, "Well, well, you work fast." She stated amused, but shrugged and walked across the room closer to him, "Not really but lucky for you, I promised myself a long time ago, I would never say no to free food." She said, emphasizing the word lucky, playing with his nickname. "What were you thinking handsome?" She asked with a smile.

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[cherlin aia birch]

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' ' Picking up a strange man for possible fun, as opposed to picking up her brother to talk about family issues with Calista possibly coming home, sounded like a good plan. Besides Carter was not here. It was not her fault he decided to disappear on her. She was not to be concerned with that, he probably had some obscure sniping emergency... if they had those, whatever that would be. Yeah she had no idea, she kept her nose out of the Italian's business, she was a friend a sort of family, she was not a colleague, or associate, ally, victim? the millions of other labels for anyone involved in or related to the criminal world. No, Cherry was none of those. She was a girl who had spent most of her adult life on the opposite side of the planet trying to make sure people were okay, whether that meant sticking her fingers into someones throat so he didn't bleed to death while waiting for an actual doctor at MSF Hospitals, or working with a group to get an old water pump working to bring clean water. She was a girl who lived her life for the sake of helping others around the world but when she was back in Valkyrie, her best friends, her family, her far extended family in the Giovanni's, they were all criminals and she loved them just the same. And for a girl living her life by such a moral code, she had no problems with them or their businesses. Cherry was an open minded person.

Cherry had experienced a lot compared to most American twenty four year old girls but there were somethings she was really behind on. For one, Cherry had never come even sort of close to falling in love, or even a real relationship. She was far from a virgin but relationships were never a strong suit. No, she had lost her virginity when she was 16. It was right after she left to finish school in South Africa, after the whole thing with her setting a post office on fire... yeah, that. His name was Aasim. He was so attractive, tall, lean but built, dark chocolate skin tone, bright white smile and if you know Cherry, you know that is probably the men she melts for the easiest, tall black men with pearly white smiles. He was a construction worker who was helping out with a school building project that Cherry would take part in after her own schooling. He was perfection in an eighteen year old's body. He helped her with her language skills, he had this accent that literally, she would hear and get tingly all over. And within a couple weeks of knowing him, she essentially jumped his bones, throwing her virginity out the window and never thinking about it again. Hmmm She missed Aasim. She should definitely look him up the next time she was in South Africa.

But Cherry liked all sorts of men, and the Italian boy with permanent bedroom eyes was definitely on her "to do" list. She just had to figure out when, where and how. Although the how was not that difficult, he seemed kind of easy to get in the sheets. She usually liked to play with those guys a bit. "what can i say? no beautiful woman should be stood up." Cherry grinned at him. She put her hand to her chest, over her heart, "Aww... I love it when guys use cheesy lines." She replied in playful sarcasm. She did not sound mean or annoyed, just amused. She did actually love it when guys used cheesy lines like that because if they were serious she thought it was cute they were trying so hard, and if they were kidding, then clearly their senses of humor are on parr, so either way they were good to go. "oh. i know this little place," Cherry looked over her shoulder at him, her lips curled into a small smile, mentally appreciating the subtle drama he was adding to his words with the pause and sky gaze as they made their way outside. "it's called my apartment," Cherry laughed and nodded, "Wow, how long have you been waiting to use that one?" She asked through a large grin, "I was totally diggin the drama, definitely was appreciated, if it wasn't there it may have seemed a bit silence of the lambs." She added, still with her smile and her tone filled with amusement.

Most important thing to know about Cherry is how to determine the difference between her actually mocking you versus her just poking a little fun. Her poking fun was really how she flirted and was what she was doing with Mr. Charming here. Truly mocking someone she did rarely and it was usually in a dull disinterested sarcastic tone, not her amused, holding down a chuckle tone, if that made sense. "my father was romanian. i might know a few things if you're up to it?" Cherry looked over to him as they approached his car. "Well, I am, as long as we both understand that me coming to your place is not the same as me signing a contract giving you legal rights over my panties." She replied with a small shrug, her tone casual and light, even if other girls would have felt awkward making such a statement, Cherry liked to be clear. Food at private residence usually implied sex, but she wanted him to know she would not be obliged to bang him just because he cooks for her. "I mean if the cooking's crap basically the only way to save yourself is to have a drop down disco ball in your bedroom."

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