"Look, if you go for this I’ll give you the advances, two hundred for six guys and five hundred for you, right now. That buys me a group meeting on Friday night, wherever and whenever you feel comfortable. Got it?" Mohinder recovered his professional manner rapidly. "Give me the money, little sister, and I’ll make sure you get some real mean bastards. Meet me Friday night at eleven in the room over Rievenstein’s deli. I’ll have all the weapons you can pay for, and the meat too."