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to testify at a hearing or trial in this civil action. When you arrive, you must remain at the court until the judge or a court

officer allows you to leave.

Place: Courtroom No.: 354

Date and Time: June 6, 2025

You must also bring with you the following documents, electronically stored information, or objects(leave blank if

not applicable):TRAVEL ITINERARY, CONTRACT, MARRIAGE LICENSE, BUSINESS CALENDAR

The following provisions of Fed. R. Civ. P. 45 are attached – Rule 45(c), relating to the place of compliance; Rule 45(d), relating to your protection as a person subject to a subpoena; and Rule 45(e) and (g), relating to your duty to respond to this subpoena and the potential consequences of not doing so.

Date:March 20, 2025

CLERK OF COURT, Erika Gonzalez

The name, address, e-mail address, and telephone number of the attorney representingBlack Rock Entertainment and Tours, who issues or requests this subpoena, are:Preston Crochan, III, Esq.

Notice to the person who issues or requests this subpoena

If this subpoena commands the production of documents, electronically stored information, or tangible things before trial, a notice and a copy of the subpoena must be served on each party in this case before it is served on the person to

whom it is directed. Fed. R. Civ. P. 45(a)(4).

“What the hell?” I look at the subpoena I’ve just pulled from the packet handed to me from one of the place attendants.

I need my phone so I can all Terrence. I’ve used Black Rock for my tours, so I know he’s felt this was his last resort.

My phone was confiscated as soon as I deplaned, so I couldn’t contact him.

“Fuck,” I swear, even more viciously this time.

“It must be terrible if for you to say that five times in a row, friend.”

Jumping to my feet, hearing the scratchy words from Fi, I drop the packet on the floor ignoring the way they scatter. She’s awake and that’s all that matters.

“Fi,” I’m already crying. “Doctor —s-sorry,” I drop my voice down to a less jarring tone when she winces.

“Hey, hunnie,” I sit beside her on the bed.

“Hey, you.” A smile spreads across her beautiful face. “If you sing, This Little Light Of Mine ever again, I’m strangling you.” Her attempted smile breaks as a torrent of coughs shake her slim frame.

After quickly pouring water from the bedside carafe, I press the straw against her lips.

“Slowly,” I admonish, not wanting her to bring it back up in the next few seconds.

“What happened?” she asks after a few sips.

“Madam?” Looking up, I see the doctor at the foot of the bed as the rest of her all female team is filing in.

“I’ll catch you up after Dr. Bint Aaziz checks you out.” Feeling her squeeze my hand in return is encouraging. I move back to give the team that’s been on standby the access they need to Fi.

“How is she?” I turn to the sound to my right as I exit the room. Fariq stands in a military at ease position. Any misgivings I had about his feeling for my friend have quickly been put to rest since the accident. He’s been by her side alongside me every day. Moussa has taken over their shared duty as Hassan’s body man.

“She just woke up and can barely speak. The doctor came in right after she asked what happened.” I inform him going over to the refreshment table the staff put out for us like they have every day as we’ve kept vigil.

“Ahh,” he nods, a troubled expression spilling over his face. I can see the hesitation and hope emerge.

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