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"Tae agus siúcra, la de thoil." A young lady ask. She looks at the waiter as she delicately places a fork, along with a napkin at her table. The waiter nodded. The lady tapped on her phone. An investigation was being held 4 blocks down. She was in on it. Now, most of the time, the police handle situations like this. But she had to be involved, because this was he 4th cousin from her mother's side. Now, usually, people don't care about distant cousins. But this one took her in when she had no place to go, and currently, she had gone missing.

(Author's note : I will be using Gaelic, or also known as Irish in this story. All translations will be at the bottom.
Like this :
[Tae agus siúcra, la de thoil.] = Tea and sugar, please.
That is all.)