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Tom walked around the training building looking for something to do. He wondered where everybody was. "Hmmmmm We did everybody go?" ((sorry it's short I need something more to start off with))

"You've grown up pretty well, Jonathan," Mrs Hamilton commented as she went to visit Jonathan while he was at work. She had been trying so hard to get in contact and reconnect with him since he returned into their lives, and he couldn't blame her, since she practically raised him since he was a baby and treated him exactly like how she treated Mason -- like her own. But he was rude, he really didn't want to get involved with her or any of the Hamilton Family, like he even shunned Mason when they saw each other at the grocery store. Mason was married, an Doctor and had two kids. Comparing that with himself, Jonathan knew his way of life was way different.
"Thank you, Mrs Hamilton," He replied as he continued looking through his computer, completely ignoring her presence. Calling her Mom was no longer allowed. "I think that there's not much new with me though, since you saw me a few days ago."
"I've heard about your latest target-"
"-Can we not talk about it?" Jonathan interrupted before she went further. The topic was soft, and it was a few days ago, on his Birthday, he was given a new name to target, and he asked why it was like that, but Mr Hamilton had only told him that it was something the Government wanted and for him not to debate the orders. It had been more than ten years since he last saw them, in that apartment, and walking away from them was the hardest part. Although from time to time, he would search up his Daughter and find out what she was up to, and at 15, she looked pretty good, as though her Mother had raised her well.
Mrs Hamilton merely nodded, brushing her black hair away from her face and tucked it back to behind her right ear. She flashed her white pearl earring as her lips pursed together, the wrinkles on her Fifty-Seven year old face were showing. "I will see you around," She sighed, knowing that she had failed to get through him again. Her hands dusted on her classy clothing, adjusting the white blouse she wore beneath her black jacket as she gave a light wave towards Jonathan, turned and walked away.

Once she walked away, Jonathan finally exhaled and stood up from his chair. One of the Agents, who had been listening from across the door, walked in and smiled at him. "Sheesh, Jay, care to be an even more of an asshole to the woman who practically raised you?" She sarcastically questioned him as she gave him a light jab on the arm. She was British, and after years working there, she still had the accent, despite being ridiculed about it for not practicing her American accent and failing to get the easy jobs located only in the States due to her accent. She then pointed towards the TV monitor and added, "Look, that kid assistant of yours is there."
"Oh, perfect," Jonathan smirked, he was a bit to rough house with the kid. He combed his fingers through his black hair, rummaging it about along the way as he brushed passed the female agent and headed towards the entrance way, taking the shortcut through the Cafeteria to the other end. He had scanned his finger print on a couple of security coded doors and he arrived at the training facility, where he saw his apprentice stand in the middle, looking confused. Jonathan crumbled up a piece of paper that he picked up with the training schedule and made it in shape of a ball, he gripped it tightly between his fingers before he threw it towards Tom, hitting the younger male straight on the back of his head. A chuckle escaped from his mouth as he wandered closer towards Tom and asked, "Aren't you meant to be meeting me in my office?"

"Ah, Saturday morning." It would be a glorious day off in Italy. After the job from last night, she knew a day to relax would be beneficial for both herself and Rhyan. Harlow was very aware of the eerie resemblance that guy had to him and she knew how that must have affected her close friend and business partner. It was a good paying hit though, and that's why she even considered letting Rhyan know about it in the first place. It was always hard to turn down such a high-paying client. The brunette was shuffling around in her apartment still preparing herself for the day. On a day off she would normally seize the opportunity to sleep in a little later, but today she was feeling unusually energetic considering she hadn't slept much. After a much needed cup of coffee she rushed through her morning routine; she always went jogging first, then she'd come back and check her work inbox for any new jobs. Once that was over with, Harlow went through the usual motions of getting dressed and having breakfast. After her short exercising venture she couldn't help but duck into the bakery around the corner from her place. Anyone who knew Harlow knew about her insatiable sweet-tooth. Today she took the liberty upon herself to buy tiramisu. As tempting as it was to greedily devour the entire treat on her own, she intended on sharing it with Rhyan and Samantha.

Before leaving the house Harlow was sure to transfer money into her mother's bank account back in the States. Although it's been quite a while since she last saw her mom, she always made sure to send her an amount large enough to take care of the bills and a few other things. If she ever got a job near Baltimore she would make an effort to see Catherine Robinson. Harlow closed her laptop and headed back into her bedroom where she fished through the colorful variety in her closet for something wearable. To match her positive mood she settled on a ruffled yellow dress, complete with a matching floppy hat, sunglasses, and sandals. "My wonderful, sugary slice of temptation we'll be together soon." She cradled the boxed treat as if it were her own child, then again, that was how she treated anything with sugar in it.

Harlow walked to Rhyan's house, taking her time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. She really loved Italy and it was going to be a shame when they had to up and leave again. It was especially sad to think about the inevitable when the female thought about how much meticulous detail she put into designing her latest apartment. Such was the life of someone in her profession, she couldn't just settle down in one spot and expect to stay there forever. Whenever they had to leave, Harlow would take it upon herself to put the same dedication in the decor of her next place of residence too. After a short stroll, she reached her destination, silently admiring the greenery. She hadn't the slightest idea what time it was, the sun was up so it only could have been so early. Harlow rang the doorbell once, then for the hell of it, knocked on the door. "Knock knock, the sugar fairy has something she'd really like to share." She really wanted to see Samantha, she treated the girl like a niece. She also wanted to make sure Rhyan was holding up okay.

*looks at Johnathan* I'm sorry sir, it's today has been a tough and busy day for me, please do forgive do you have any time now." *waits for a reply and looks at his pda for his other meetings so he wouldn't forget them.

The boy seemed to have panicked, he even went on to apologize and said, "I'm sorry sir, it's today has been a tough and busy day for me, please do forgive do you have any time now."
"Ah, doesn't matter kid, I don't need much from you today," Jonathan replied calmly as he rubbed the back of his head, rather unsure whether or not he should continue being a total jerk to the poor boy. He nibbled at his lower lip for a while before he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a triangular yellow envelope, the red string had been the only thing to have held the lid in place as he held it between two fingers. He tapped the other end of the envelope against the side of his face, trailing it up and down once and a while, thinking what he should say to the boy to make it sound a bit more... Nice. Jonathan's brown eyes eyed into the boy's own brown eyes as he instructed, "Alright, I want you to look into this target, there's two. And this one is your age. However, the thing is, I just want you to watch from afar, don't get involved or interact with this one. Got it?"
He handed the envelope into Tom's hand before he turned away and walked on. He didn't have anything else to do with the kid, that was all he wanted to say to him, and the target in that envelop was someone he actually didn't want to look into on his own.

There were two targets that were written in the note given to him by Mr Hamilton, and the fact that he didn't agree with who his new targets were, he decided to separate the job towards Tom and his ol' pal, Travis.

Wandering through the halls of the HQ, he greeted, waved, faked a smile here and there towards the other employees in the building. Although he wasn't exactly an employee there, Mr Hamilton requested he stayed in the HQ building to keep in touch, but Jonathan knew that it was under Mrs Hamilton's request that he were to stay there so she could visit him whenever she could. He pushed his hands into the pocket of his black pants, his boots stomping away against the marble floor as he reached a certain point. He took a turn and on the third door to the right, he saw the door ajar. His lips slightly parted as he sighed and he leaned against the door frame, his foot pushing the door wider as he saw the back of his ol' pal, Travis. The two had a great partnership, and the two were like Brothers, but heck, why the hell would he even have to say it when people saw it? Besides, admitting it would make him lose on the prideful battle.

"Hey, Cobra," Jonathan grunted a greeting out of him. "Got any leads?"

Samantha woke up to the sound of their two dogs barking outside her window. She rubbed her eyes and then sat up in her new bed. Normally she didn't like dogs, she was actually rather scared by them. But she'd known Sheila and Sarge since she was a baby and they were the most amazing dogs ever. They were always careful when around her and it was obvious that they wanted to protect her. With a sigh, she got out of bed and walked over towards her closet to find something to wear. Her mom peeked into her room while she was picking some clothes. “Sam, your aunt’s here time to get up.” Sam smiled at her mother and then decided on a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. "Sure mom, I'm coming now."

Samantha loved Harlow to bits and saw her as part of their little family. Technically she wasn't her aunt, but that didn't matter. In Sam's eyes, Harlow was her aunt. "Hey Harlow!" Sam yelled as she walked out of her room, suddenly she didn't feel tired anymore. The whole living room was bathed in sunlight, it looked beautiful. Oh how she loved the weather here in Italy. Samantha jumped over towards the kitchen table and sat down to read the newspaper. It was important to know what was going on in the world. "Any plans today?" she asked without looking up. She felt great today. Maybe it was their new home or maybe the new school, she wasn't sure.

Shade was lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling. He had not fallen asleep once the entire night, and now he was listening to his alarm clock go off. He debated ignoring it and skipping out today, but that would never happen. Not only for the repercussions, -he could not care any less about what would happen to him- but because it was not in his nature. No matter how he felt, he always gritted his teeth and did his job. Finally after a few minutes, he reached over and gently turned off the alarm before carefully getting out of bed to as not to mess it up any more than necessary. He then mechanically went through the motions of making his cot, taking a shower, shaving, making coffee, and getting dressed. It was the exact same routine he had been executing every single day without fail since he was 18. Once he was dressed, and had his cup of instant coffee with milk, he carefully did three self checks over himself. "Glasses, watch, ring, necklace, wallet, phone, knife, knife, knife, gun, gun, candy, briefcase, shaved, hair, teeth, key." as he muttered each item, he patted it with his hands, making sure he had it. once he was sure he had everything, he picked up his coffee cup, making sure that his steel ring clinked against the porcelain. He liked that sound. He liked almost any time his ring made a noise against something. He did hot really know why, it just did. He slowly walked out of the room, locking the door behind him, and started down the hall. Here was where his routine varied. His apartment was on the 5th floor, so he had the choice of taking the elevator, or stairs. this was the one part of his life that had no pattern, or routine. He chose when he reached the elevator. today he pressed the button and waited. he was tired and did not feel like walking so many steps. When he reached outside, he got on the bus, and road exactly 15 stops down to the office. The bus actually got closer at 17 stops, but he liked the number 15 better. it was better rounded off in his opinion. He walked the remaining 4 blocks at an angle, taking a shortcut that made it so that he arrived at his office the same time as the bus reached the 17th stop.

He sucked at his job. No self respecting assassin would be caught dead getting into such a solid routine. "Actually, they would be dead." he thought to himself, enjoying the unspoken joke. but he had been doing this for several years, and it had not hurt him yet, so he did not bother changing anything. perhaps, if his security situation changed, he would, but until then, he was happy. As he walked into the office, Jay instantly started talking to him.

"Hey, Shade," Jonathan grunted a greeting out of him. "Got any leads?"

"Good morning." he replied, "ON what in particular? I am currently screening a few targets."

"Ciao bella!" Harlow replied to Rhyan's greeting as chipper as ever. She wrapped her free arm around her friend's shoulder in a quick hug before walking into the house. Upon crossing the threshold she slipped off her shoes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the delectable aroma of a freshly made breakfast wafting across her senses. "Ah, I smell pancakes." She wasn't much of a cook herself, so breakfast always consisted of fruit and cereal. On days when she was feeling a little daring she might even add some chocolate chip waffles to the mix—the frozen kind of course—she wouldn't dare attempt to make them herself. Needless to say, her stomach started to growl as soon as the scent of a real breakfast crossed her nose. "How are you?" She asked casually, not expecting too much of a detailed reply considering Samantha was home. Once she could get Rhyan alone for a moment she'd press for more of an answer concerning last night's target. In the meantime, she'd settle for a simple reply.

Harlow made sure to give some attention to Sheila and Sarge; she loved dogs and animals in general but she didn't have any pets because she wouldn't always be able to take care of them. She sometimes treated the two dogs like they were her own children and often bought treats for them. "Sorry sweethearts, I can't share this with you guys today." She cooed at them then turned to Rhyan to hold up the pink box that'd been occupying her left hand. "It's never too early for something sweet. I bought some tiramisu from this cute little bakery, I bet it will taste heavenly." As much as she wanted to eat it now, she went into the kitchen and sat in on the counter. Her attention was captivated by the breakfast spread that was greeting her. "I'm jealous, how do you manage to cook so much?" Harlow was about to make a plate for herself when saw Sam make her appearance. "'Morning, does my beautiful niece have a boyfriend yet?" She walked around the table to wrap the girl up in a quick hug, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She always told Sam whenever she got a boyfriend, if he did anything wrong, she'd tie him up in front of a moving train. In actuality, Harlow wasn't that opposed to the wicked idea. That's how protective she was of her.

"I was thinking maybe we could do some shopping today. The weather is way too nice to stay inside." Harlow suggested while sitting down with a plate full of food. You'd never guess it, with her slim figure and all, but she could eat a lot at one time. Thanks to her fast metabolism and active lifestyle she could get away with eating the way she did without worrying much about gaining weight.

"Good morning." Shade greeted Jonathan. "On what in particular? I am currently screening a few targets," Shade added as Jonathan walked into the office of his wing man. He knew of how busy his pal had been, but because his new targets were certain people from his past, it was undeniable that he would be very focused on them than he would be on the one he was currently working on. The man rubbed his forehead and mumbled, "The Deckers, two of them. They have another one too, but she doesn't concern me. Are you able to be a bit quick about this? Because we have a flight to the China to assassinate someone. Don't bloody know what this guy's done, but during the briefing, seemed like he made an enemy out of Mr Hamilton."

The though of flying out to China was really easy, but it was the whole setting up, searching, locating and preparing for the accident that was to occur on the certain figure of interest had bothered him about it. Jonathan calculated that he would disappear from the US for a good two to three weeks, and he didn't want to waste time because there may be some leads with his latest target. That, and he also had to deal with training Tom Hansen, considering that he agreed to taken the High Schooler under his wing, despite the fact that he may have gotten the kid involved into something he probably wasn't ready for.