Killing Me Softly » Places

         
"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.

         "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.

         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.