Meeting mr. Ravioli

Outside the office are two guards. They nod towards the large man and open the double doors. The room is filled with a strange smoke. At the opposite end of the room there is a desk with behind it a man. The smoke makes it hard to see and it isn't until you have taken your seat that you can make out finer details. He must have been a handsome man at one point. He seems to be from Italian decent with a curly moustache and his hair greased back. He looks like the guy on the Ravioli packages. The large guard has taken post behind you, toward the door. Behind the man are two more guards and you can guess there are at least two sharpshooters behind the walls, sniper dots on your forehead. You resist the urge to scratch your forehead, and manage to wait in silence for mr. Ravioli to speak.

It takes an awfully long time, but in the end mr. Ravioli gives up and takes the initiative. "Mr. Jameson. How wonderful you could make it. My companion has probably told you a bit about what you are here for, but I'll tell you again anyway. I have a case for you and my sources have told me you are the best detective in town. As you may have noticed, my business isn't always legal, but if my sources are to be believed it wouldn't be the first time you have taken up a shady case. I hope you can be trusted." He lets the silence last, making you believe it is your turn to speak. "You can tell your sources they do a formidable job. I am inclined to agree to this case, but am afraid that I lack proper information." You give him a meaningful look. A small smile creeps along his face before returning to its original expression. "Very wise, mr. Jameson. I am starting to like you. This case involves my daughter, Darla. Yesterday evening she disappeared. According to my... watchers, as I like to call them, she entered a house via an alley just outside of London Central before going completely off the grid. The three trackers she had on her were all destroyed or left behind and once entered, the building turned out to be a bed and breakfast. No one claims to have seen her there, even after interrogations."

One of the guards waves to someone and a servant comes walking up to the desk with a suitcase. He bows and leaves the room. "This suitcase contains all the items we have found in the house, together with pictures of her and any other equipment you might need for this task." He closes the suitcase and hands it to you. "If you can get this done you will be rewarded handsomely. Were you thinking of leaving the detective business any time soon?" he suddenly asks. You shake your head. "Well, expect the reward to be more than enough to never have to work again."

You are escorted out of the room and are led back to the waitingroom you had originally been in. Margret was expectingly waiting for you. You motion for her to stay calm and ask the large guard if it was okay for you to speak with the people in the house. "I believe the boss has given you complete 'cart blanche'." he said, shaking his head i disbelief. "You are free to do whatever you want as long as it isn't in conflict with the organisation's goals. My name is Greg, by the way. I'm the head of security around here. I hope you are able to find Darla. She's a good girl, that one, and I'd hate to see her in trouble." You nod and wait for Greg to leave you and Margret alone. You take your whiskey and take a sip. Margret almost exploded with curiousity and finally couldn't contain herself. "Sooo? What did they want from you? And what is in that suitcase?" You sit back and tell her the entire story. You then discuss the important details.