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Naomi had been nodding and grinning arrogantly as she was praised by Charm. However, when she asked about the dummy, she almost fell over. "Ohhh..... er about that..... how do I put this....? Oh! Look at the time! I just realized I have some things to take care of! So if you'll excuse me...." Naomi darted out the room and down the hallway to the lounge. "Phew... that close.... I couldn't tell Mousey I was using those dummies for target practice when we go hunting..." she sighed. She slumped into a chair while she waited for the other hitmen to arrive. She glanced around the room. It was actually pretty nice meeting place. It was specially designed as a place to relax for the hitmen. It had pretty much everything.

"How many people have you killed?", Jason caught a bit of bluntness in her voice. "I'm sure none of you are saints.", she added.

Jason mulled over that question for a bit, then out of habit, he pulled out his 9-inch k-bar combat knife from its boot sheathe and began spinning it in his palm, frowning in thought.

"Too many to count", he finally said. "Though I've never met your father before, I did make sure to tell the puppet he was sending to me for missions that I'm very much against killing women..unless they try to kill me first, and against killing children...no questions asked."

Jason placed the tip of the razor sharp blade against his beanie and gently began to scratch the side of his head with the knife-tip, thinking of a question to ask Belinda.

"If you don't mind me asking, how much of the dark-side of your father's life have you been exposed to?", he eventually asked.

Charm sighed as Naomi left. "Well, I guess dinner is over." She stood and walked into the kitchen, telling the chefs to wrap up all of the still edible food for snacks and school lunch, also telling them she was done with her plate. She left the dining room just as they rushed out to complete her orders. She walked down the silent halls, stepping into her room and noticing that someone had entered earlier due to the snapped pencil lead on the door. She chuckled and closed the door to her room, turning off the light and pulling some yellow and white pajamas that had a Jolteon tail sown onto the back. She laughed to herself as she changed into the pajamas. "I wonder who entered my room earlier." She sat on the bed and turned on the radio, placing a 12-hour cd in it to help her fall asleep. She layed down, pulling the blankets over herself and staring into the darkness of her ceiling. She smiled as she closed her eyes and hugged a large Snorlax doll. "I can't believe I forgot to open Naomi's gift. I'll do it in the morning, when I'm more energized." She yawned and slowly fell asleep, snoring lightly less then five minutes later.

"Too many to count", he finally said. "Though I've never met your father before, I did make sure to tell the puppet he was sending to me for missions that I'm very much against killing women..unless they try to kill me first, and against killing children...no questions asked."

Belinda smiled with his answer, or more to the information he decided to interject. Her eyes watched the blade carefully, amused by his little trick. "So you're a man of morals? How admirable," she said with a chuckle. "Guess I have nothing to worry about around you." Belinda laughed slightly and watched him carefully. He seemed to be thinking of something to say.

At last he found his words: "If you don't mind me asking, how much of the dark-side of your father's life have you been exposed to?"

Belinda stiffened at the question and frowned. She was the one asking question here. But then again, she supposed it was only fair. She leaned back into her chair and smiled forcefully to him. "You think I'm just Daddy's little girl, don't you?" she asked with malice. "Just an innocent, naive little child. I can see it clearly. You're better at hiding it than the others, but I can still tell you are thinking it."

Belinda leaned forward, resting her chin upon clasped hands. "I know more than you would think. That's the thing about being Daddy's little girl. People think you're too stupid to put two and two together so they carry on right in front of you. It's rather pathetic actually, but understandable." She sighed deeply, eyes still focused on Jason. "Even my father thinks I'm completely ignorant to his ways. Carrying on as if coming home from a day at the office. But then again, you don't get blood stains at the office." She leaned back smugly, eyes flicking over Jason's head. "Oh, Adrian. Come and join us." She smiled sweetly at him, unmoving from her spot. "The TV's over there on your way if you need it. Or do you only break the portable devices? I could get the blender if you like."

Bobbi sat down. "Old Demicurio, he's got a nasty habit of forgetting women and children have eyes and ears." she said with a shrug. "that's what I'm there for." She started grinning at the Belinda's sarcasm aimed at Adrian. She liked this girl's attitude. "hey, kid?" she asked. "Do you still have an old acoustic guitar here? I think it was left in the yellow guest bedroom." she asked, careful not to mention that it was her that had left it.

((Boom Boom Bobbi!))
Damn. She had noticed. Bobbi sighed. "Yeah, that was me. Just don't call me Roberta, or I think I might barf....Nah, I'll get it, I know where it is..." she said, getting to her feet and walking off. Within about five minutes she was back, clutching an acoustic guitar by the neck and sitting down with it, plucking at the strings and tuning it.

Chesire pulled up to the Giordano Mansion on a red motocycle.
He smiled as he barged into the house and screamed, "I'm HEEEEEEERRRREEEEEE!!!!!!"

He didn't care if anyone was sleeping, or trying to sleep.
He began to do flips and yelling all over the house.

Chesire grinned and started to giggle like a mad man.
"Noami! Noami! Heeeeelllloooo? Chaaaarrrrm!! Anyone!! I'm bored!"

Charm woke up suddenly to someone yelling VERY loudly. She pulled her blankets off of her and slid out of bed, dragging her Snorlax plush with her. She opened the door of her room and stepped out, walking down the halls solemnly to go investigate the sound. Once she got to the end of the hall and heard yelling again, it hurt her ears and she snapped. She yelled very loudly. "Who the hell is it?! I'm trying to get some sleep, but how can I with all this noise?!" Then she spotted Chesire and suddenly stopped. She smiled sweetly as her anger flashed away. She let go of the plush and waved to him. "Hi Chesire!"

Reiner frowned at the woman's insult, although he admitted she was right. Technology. What a nuisance. Reiner sighed, he had been away for too long. Those dogs though... mangy rodents, he still did not approve of them. The hit woman spoke again; "Do you really not remember me, Reiner? It's only been three years, but I suppose when you have that short of an attention span, then asking to remember after three years is a bit of a streach even though I've been working for the Giordanos for over ten years now... I can understand you not knowing Lexia though." Reiner looked her over carefully, trying to place her face. She claimed she knew him, as did many, but Reiner had never been close to any person he worked with. This was partially because in nature he was anti-social, and often sent out on obscure orders, but also because of the fact his "fellow" hit men died much too fast in this line of work. The only people who could say they truly knew the assassin were the Giordano's. Reiner knotted his brows... This woman.... "Jay." He said finally, nodding once at her in respect. Her straight black hair had gotten longer, but those sharp eyes and the telltale her mouth twisted up into a smirk sparked faded memories into his mind. Yes, he remembered her now: Naomi Kiken, the explosives expert. She was a bomb herself- ever a spitfire. He had worked with her for a little while when he had actually spent time in the Giordano estate; In the year he had been assigned to that team, she was the one who had always badgered him about his ethics... and teased him about his reluctance towards modern ways... She hadn't changed in that aspect.

Naomi left, saying as she did they were to meet in the lounge after dinner to discuss further orders. He watched as she took a seat next to Charm. He was not fond of the notion that he would be required to work with her; there had been some... close calls int he past with her around. However, she treated Charm kindly, and the young mistress seemed to appreciate her. Reiner turned his gaze back to the small girl beside him; "I believe this knife is yours." He said, returning the knife he had taken from the wall earlier. "You have a good arm; the blade was suck well, you just need a little more practice." He studied the hitwoman; she was small and slight, looking to be almost Charm's age. Had she been anywhere else, she could have been mistaken for a school girl as well. Except for her demeanor: it was one rife with a killer's intensity. "What is your name? Are you new?" He asked; Giordano was always hiring new faces, and this one had the excitable fire that came with many new recruits. As she spoke, Reiner kept half his focus on the chattering females dining together. Charm would sleep soon, and then Goirdano's hit men would be able to speak freely amongst themselves about the month to come.

Reiner escorted Charm to her room when she finished, making sure she had engaged the lock. He did not fully trust the 'technologies' Jay had put in place, but tonight he had no choice but to leave Charm under their watch. Finding the lounge specifically set for the bodyguards, Reiner chose a chair and waited in silence beside Naomi. He pulled a small wood figurine from his pocket and continued his habit of whittling away at the wood block with his knife. The other bodyguards would be along soon, and then they would start.

Reiner tensed when he heard the shouting in the hall, his eyes narrowing as he heard Charm awaken to the racket and complain. "What is this?" He asked, turning to Naomi and setting his tools down.

((Hahaha. I know, but Belinda doesn't like it. Sorry, I'll stop now. >_< ))

Belinda watched as Bobbi left to go get the guitar with her eyes only. She remained silent in thought, considering why the girl would want to come back and protect her. As Bobbi came back, Belinda sighed dramatically. She had now met all of her guards. "Not that I don't love hanging out with you guys, but I'm going to go for a walk. Have dinner ready for me when I get back," she said, rising from her seat and leaving the room. She was curious on how they would react. She whistled, calling a dog to her. It was her favorite; Alda. Tying a leash to her collar, Belinda took off to the woods.

Lexia yawned and looked back to her phones screen. She was looking through her playlist listening to music, while resting on the couch. Lexia was out of it today for some reason, maybe because of what Naomi said. She blushed lightly and sighed. "I swear ill punch her.." She adjusted her headphones and leaned her head back against the couch. Behind the music she heard a faint yell. She slid her headphone down to her neck and got off the couch. Going to the lounge she saw Chesire, Charm, and Naomi. "Hm..?" Lexia sighed. Whatever the problem is, Chesire is probably the cause of it.
. "Grr... nevermind.. I have more important things to worry about at the moment... where's Max and Lexia? I saw Lexia earlier so I know she's in the house. As for Max, I have no idea.." she said slumping back into her chair. "Im right here.." She went forward from hiding and smiled a little.

"Not that I don't love hanging out with you guys, but I'm going to go for a walk. Have dinner ready for me when I get back," Belinda said, rising from her seat and leaving the room.
Jason watched Belinda leave, then turned to the young woman playing with the acoustic. He scratched the side of his beanie with the tip of the large knife again, thinking of something to say to her.
He had looked over this woman's file, along with everyone else that was in charge of guarding Dimecurio's daughter, but he knew files don't tell you everything about your team, there are variables they don't show you, like interests and personality, he wanted to get to know his team, and he knew that building trust with someone you work with you is important for success...or in his line of work, survival, besides, she was hot.

"Uh, is that a Yamaha Jasmine Acoustic?", he eventually asked the woman, Roberta, he believed her name was.

Bobbi looked up, then rose to her feet, setting the guitar ext to her. She looked at the guy. "yep. you can use it if ya like. Here's me number, folks."" she said, put a small scrap of paper on the table then followed Belinda out the door as she got her dog ready. The girl wasn't gonna like it, but it sucked to be her, really. She wasn't messing up this job. End of. She followed about three feet behind, her hand in her leather jacket pockets as he looked around. She put her bluetooth headpeice in her ear, and turned it on.

Charm yawned again as a lot of the guards came in. She shook her head. "I won't be able to fall back asleep at this point, but tomorrow is Saturday anyway. I'll just take a walk since the air is still nice." She walked back to her room and changed into a pokeball noodle-strap dress, slipping on matching flats. She stretched and walked to the door, looking behind her. "I don't really care if one of you follows me, but stay hidden. I don't want you to step in unless I'm in danger, but that's unlikely anyway." She stepped out the door and silently closed it, pulling on her usual Pikachu hoodie and going out onto the sidewalk. She sighed and walked towards the large park that had a forest in the back of it. She decided she would go to the abandoned tree house she had refurbished to her liking.

Chesire grinned at Charm and waved back at her, but before he could say anything back, Noami had barged in with her fake smile and dragged him into another room by his ear.
"Ow ow ow. Bye Charm! Ow ow."

Chesire sighed as Nomai yelled at him.
He went cross eyed for a moment just to slightly lighten the mood.
"You know you stress to much. That's why your starting to get frown lines."

He turned his head as Lexia came in. "Hello there Lexi!"

"Hello there Lexi!" She smiles a bit more. "Why hi there Chesire making more trouble for Naomi i see." She chuckles before stretching a bit.
Looking around she wondered where the others were. Today was the meeting right? She lets out a sigh before leaning against the wall, putting on her headphones. This time putting the music on low so she can hear if they need something from her.

Bobbi sighed. "I had a feeling you'd want to know. It's 'cos I owe him. And I'm gonna keep owing him, no matter what." she leaned against a streetlight, and lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag. She regarded the girl, who seemed to be wiser beyond her years. "Well, about ten years back," she exhaled the blueish smoke, "This crack reporter wanted to expose the Giordanio family. He was doing pretty well, until the boss man worked it out. He ran to Demicurio. Gave him the information he had, in return for protection for his wife, his daughter and himself. Demicurio agreed. But the info didn't last more than about a year, before it ended up useless. Demi paid a visit to the reporter, and told him he was gonna cut the protection if the 'porter didn't cough up somethin' else. The reporter offered his kid. His twelve year old daughter, to be taken away and raise by Demicurio to fight, to be a decent warrior. She already knew how to fire a gun. That girl was me. If i don't work for your dad, mine dies." she sighed, taking another drag and exhaling again.

Bobbi shook her head with a sad smile. "you're right. It was easy to give me up. I was twelve, belinda. I was so young, it became that all I knew was Demicurio's training. But all that time, whenever I wondered why I was doing it, I never once thought I was doing it for myfather. Nope." she said. It was funny. Here was this, well, kid, and Bobbi was talking to her like they were the same age. She had another drag, then continued. "Your mom was nice, you know. She made sure Demi treated me right. You miss your mom, don't you? Well, my mom never wanted me to leave. She was Romanian. A gipsy. Taught me how to speak the language, dance the traditional dances, everything. Well, You know how the mob works, don't you? You never kill just the target, you kill the witnesses, and the ties. My mom is a tie to my dad. So if he goes down, so does she. And I flat out refuse to be responsible to my mothers death. i visit her, sometimes, you know. She's doing well. The villa they're in is amazing. I'll take you to visit sometime."

Charm walked down the street, letting the cool night's air envelope her. She spotted two shadows in the distance, squinting to see who it was. She realized it was the girl from school and quickly looked to both sides. She sighed and jumped, grabbing the top of the wall that surrounded the park. She pulled herself up and crawled over to a part of the wall top that was concealed by many branches. She looked over to the girl and someone walking beside her. From what she could tell, the girl was walking a dog and the person walking behind her was a bit stoic and probably a bodyguard. Charm sat on the wall, her feet barely able to be seen from under the branches.

Jason looked at the guitar as Bobbi followed after Belinda, trying to decide whether to follow them, mess with the acoustic, or go back to his room. He decided to do the last two. Jason picked up the guitar gently and walked back to his comfortable living quarters to drink some scotch and strum the beautiful guitar in relaxation...something told him this job was going to get a lot harder.

When Naomi saw that most of everyone was here, she stood up. "Okay, well I called you all here because I have news from the boss, but first, I need to tell you guys about what I saw today. I was going to pick up Charm from school like normal when I saw a Dimecurio dog at the school. Then shortly after, another two showed up to pick up the Dimecurio daughter, our target. Who would of thought that they would enroll their precious brat into the same school as Lady Charm? Ironic, isn't it? Well anyway, I told the boss this and he's giving us a set of orders. We're to patrol the school and keep an eye on the Dimecurio brat, and if we find an opening, take it."

She cleared her throat. "That's all. We start Monday. Oh, and one more thing. We cannot tell Charm that we'll be watching her school. She musn't find out what we're doing. So no contact with her during school hours!" She sat back down.

Belinda didn't know what upset her more. Bobbi mentioning her mother, Bobbi agreeing with her, or Bobbi's kind offer to take her to see the villa. Either way, something had causing Belinda to huff and turn away. At the same moment Alda lifted her head and growled. With flat ears, the Doberman crept forward until Belinda released the leash and it darted forward, barking at a wall. It was then Belinda noticed the shoes and person concealed by the branches. "Who's there?" she asked sharply.

Jason had just reached his living quarters and placed a hand on the door knob when he heard the doberman begin to bark. He let his hands slip off the the knob as he turned his head to listen to the muffled barking. Those dogs are trained, I don't think they would bark at just anything, Jason knew it might be nothing, but his instincts said other wise. He quickly opened his door and immediately went to his leather jacket laying on the floor, removing the .44 magnum from the inside holster and checking the six revolving chambers. Satisfied that they were all loaded, he clicked the safety off and headed for the source of the barking.

Charm jumped and broke out of her daydream as a dog barked up at her. She looked around and saw the person that had been walking with the girl from school. She pulled her legs up and stood on the wall. "That's none of your business. I'm just trying to relax. Now, would you please stop that dog's barking? It's grating on my nerves and I've had a stressful day. Exciting at that, but stressful none the less." She frowned. "Please."

"Belinda, we're going back now." Bobbi said, turning gently and in a specific way so that she was behind Belinda. She rubbed her gun in an absentminded gesture which just looked like she was rubbing her back. She started walking.