Dirk and Shiloh run into Lena in an opium den

"You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Simmons," Dirk said and stood up. Shiloh watched her King shake hands with the billionaire that had **** the cheetah cub from her jungle. The men towered over her. There was something to their masculinity, one rugged, one refined. She idly rubbed her still flat tummy.

Dirk took her to an opium den in New York's Chinatown. "The British fought a war for their right to sell opium in China," he told her as they descended into the smokey basement. "And those limey bastards sell it still. It's how billionaires like Mr. Simmons make their filthy lucre."

He walked deep into the opium den. Shiloh followed her King barefoot in her hide bikini like a good kitten. In the back, the proprietor stood wizened behind the counter. Dirk held up a picture of the billionaire's beautiful daughter Lena.

"Have you see this runaway?" Dirk asked.

"I see a lot of runaways," the old man answered. Dirk slipped him some cash to loosen his lips, and then some more. "This runaway I saw yesterday. She's been in and out of the den, looking for work. Troubled."

"Where's she now?"

The proprietor answered by silently pointing behind them. Dirk and Shiloh turned and saw Lena darting upstairs. They took chase.