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Tamara had noticed the light flick on in the other room and glanced over. She noticed raven cleaning he equipment and had half the mind to go over there and slap him for it, the last time someone cleaned her weapons they knicked one of her swords and she spilled thier blood for it. As she turned to walk towards that room she let out a small gasp feeling a stitch tear and she growled knowing she needed to rest this time.

Digging into her bag Tamara pulled out yet another shirt, this one with only a few rips in it here and there. "I really need to go shopping..." she muttered to herself as she pulled it on. Instead of going to relax on the bed she walked as best she could to the open window as a cool breeze blew past her blowing her hair a little in the wind. Carefully Tamara sat upon the windowsil using part of it to hold her up and stared off into the night and up at the stars.

She sat there wondering about the future and everyting that had happened in the past year. She knew that jace was following orders but after everything why couldnt he just move past it... What of Noctis and where his alliance would lead him, he spared her once, would he do it again? Raven.. there is much of a story behind this one...

Tamara closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the street, and the nightlife awakening below her.

Viktor
The Beggar Child

Viktor sat on the curb, frowning unhappily. He had been away from his alley for too long, and when he had returned, two small children, probably brother and sister, were sleeping on his mat. They need it more than you, he thought, and still wondered why he hadn't at least woken them up to shoo them off. Instead, he had given up with a sigh and walked off, which really wasn't like him at all. He watched people walk down the street for a while, then got bored, and stood up. "Guess I had better go find a place to sleep," he muttered, sticking his hands in his pockets and standing up. As he stood, he let the large trench coat he had been using to cover his back fall, and he stretched his wings out, yawning. He picked up the coat, throwing it over his shoulder, and walked in a random direction, looking down every suitable alleyway he came across. Most were already taken. "Typical," he muttered, frowning. That's what I get for being a nice guy, he thought bitterly.

Raven stopped and went to sharpen her sword. He checked it over and over again making sure it wasn't messed up. He sheathe it and sat it to the side. He put Tamara's 9mm back together and also check it. He placed a tighter spring inside to give it more shooting power. No one would mess with her now. He took her weapons back to the room she was in. He placed them on the table by the bed and grabbed the plate. He looked over at her, then left the room again to let her be in peace.

Selene finished bandaging Lance's wound, and stood. Leaning over, she kissed him gently, straightened herself, and went to the far corner of the house, where their bedroom was located. Selene slipped out of her comfy clothes, and went about collecting clean work clothes. A form-fitting black sweater, tight black flex-jeans, her heavyduty black boots, and her favorite black trench coat. As it was probably getting cold, Selene grabbed a tattered black scarf, and put on some sun-glasses to hide her identity. Her finishing touch was ragged old black gloves, and a white head band. She pulled her long locks back, and braided them swiftly.

Selene walked back across her house, and towards the door. Her husband lay dozing on the couch. Walking over, she kissed his cheek. "Well, I'm off to work babe. There's money on the fridge, and don't forget to set the alarm and take your keys, okay? Don't want a repeat of last week." She smirked her quirky little smirk, and flew up the winding stairs three at a time. When she had set the alarm and secured her keys into her coat, did she finally notice her assignment posted beside her door. She pulled open the envelope, and slid the paper out. After glancing over it, Selene tucked it into her pocket. 'Odd...... I've seen this name elsewhere before.....' It merely read Viktor in cursive writing, and that was all. No last name, no description. 'Just my bloody luck, too...' She scaled the nearest building, and started her search.