The Paper's Path (Santana)

Steven would take a casual step back after the bags knocked into him. Before looking up at who spoke. Steven would have been distracted from a second but recover his composure well. Straighten his jacket as she stood there. 

"I'm looking for Santana."

He would say, while he expected that it was a surname he had no better name to go by. He just hoped that their weren't to many people who live in the house that were in the family, and shared the name. It would be seriously awkward to try and get his intention of which one he meant. Right now he was looking for either one of the two twins. Because one he knew, while the other had been the one who had given him the address. 

Steven would have been thrown slightly by the friendly attitude he got from the motherly looking figure. For some reason he was expecting anyone to be living with Santana to have some quirk of personality, like his twin eating without a care during dire times. 

"Errr yeah... Thank you." 

He would answer, stepping inside and wondering what the hell to do now as he waited. He turned to look back out the door as the women went to dispose of the rubbish. No help would be gained from her, he turned back to look inside and would walk to the ground floor areas near the bottom of the stairs. Looking up and wait for the guy. Juelz at least he had the first name and actually put it to memory. If someone had mentioned it before he must have missed it. 

Steven wouldn't have been surprised by Juelz annoyed manner, wanting to make him leave. Only to be stopped by the women from before. Steven would what the exchange, heading up the stair when gestured to do so. One pieces of information would come out of his exchange it was an assumption. It was the name Rell, who Steven could only think would be Juelz twin. Steven would walk into the study, and as he walked by would look over the bookshelves. Getting the theme of them from their titles. Interesting.  

Steven would take a seat when told however, he wasn't going to be rude, in his own home. His mother would have screamed at him if he did, and she found out, and well let not go into what his father would have done. However that was a part of his life that was over, the fear of that was stupid to have, but it was part of the reason he was the man he was today.

"I want to know why, I had a gun pulled on me. I do not like being in the dark, espically when intent to kill is being thrown around." 

Steven would state his intention. The thugs Juelz had sent running by denying his deal, would have know Steven's face, would have seen that Juelz had tried to prevent his death even if it may have been for selfish reason. The point was, the idea of gun totting thug who knew what he looked like, and Steven having no clue who they were scared him. He had suffer greatly at the hands of small time thugs, but one with firearms. He doubted he would survive that. 

"Wrong place, wrong time? So you do dealings of that sort, in somewhere anyone could just walk along into. You know that to me just seems, not very secure at the best?" 

Okay maybe Steven was going to be a little rude. 

"and down right retarded at its worse."

Seriously if Steven was capable of being there at the wrong time, then anyone could have been unlucky as well. What if a group had walked in, what if cops had. What if the thug hadn't hesitated shooting him, with asking questions. 

"I don't really care what you're in to. But you're going to get someone killed, maybe even yourself, or your brother. Think of this as a guy giving a few words, that could save your life."

"But not above you? Really I think you find I'll can pick apart things quite well. Firstly there was the case you had, no doubt either filled with substantial cash or illegal product of some kind. Which means quite a large deal, then there is the fact the leader of those guys clearly in the better position numbers and body wise. Backed off, which hints either towards fear or respect, but that doesn't mean of you." 

Steven would pick apart the events of the meeting that he had walked in on. 

"Then there is the matter of your age, you're around mine I would assume as you attend 552. Someone so young is unlikely to take part in such a large deal, having not been able to rise through ranks inside what ever organisation you below to. Which make me think you got fast tracked there. Take into account the fact the meeting's lack of subterfuge, I would even lean toward fast tracked there too fast."

Steven would listen to the explanation Santana gave. He was sceptikal but it could have been true. Even so Steven mind would filter through what was said and dissect it. In an analytical fashion, something that reading so much meant you knew people habits and quirks that could give them away. As well as a large amount of facts that could be used against them.

The tracking device mentioned was completely plausible, even a phone would work in this day and age. However the next line was seriously flawed. A real CIA agent, would not reveal that fact while undercover. Add in that the FBI was the main service to tackle drugs, and well it seemed off. Steven however could believe the drug ring part. There had been strange events that hinted at drugs around the place. 

However undercover agents would also allow people to be killed on the spot if they had to. That was the whole part of being undercover. It was sad, it was sick. But that was how lives in the long run were saved. Also no police department would know about such a operation of the CIA unless the CIA told them. Inter-organisation non-cooperation of police and groups like the CIA and FBI was infamous. If they did know the police would have taken him in. In order to prevent such info leaking to the target. There was no way a real CIA agents no matter the circumstance would be telling him what Juelz was. 

No matter how believable the tone, even Steven knew that a perfect lie matter more on the way it was said normally. It was how a conman worked, the exact words didn't matter mostly, however f he said. "Give me you money or the boy gets it." If the words used did not fit the tone enough then the lie would still fall apart. 

It would take a couple minute of Steven going over it before he would straighten in his seat. 

"Make me."

He would challenge, making it clear in his own tone that the lie had gone disbelieved.