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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))

"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.

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.