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Naomi looked out the window silently,'oh joy...another person getting married....poor b*****d, it's nothing but hell....' She thought.

Amaih downed her shot and finished the cigarette then headed to bed. She would need a good nights rest for tomorrow. She turned off the light and crawled into her bed, thinking of what she'll have to do tomorrow before finally drifting off to sleep.

Trent was awoken by the sounding of his i-pod . he glanced at the digital display, the radio began to blare form his alarm clock. How he loved this song...

Feeling good by Muse.

Trent almost laughed to himself. It was just about the perfect song to get up to.

Trent dressed himself and performed all the necessities needed for going out, applying deodorant, cleaning teeth, washing face. The works.

About an hour later, after catching a taxi, Trent arrived close to the docks. Following a brief period of navigating back allies and sticking to shadow doused lanes, he arrived in what was regarded as the "rough" area.

The dealers where so easy to spot, they slunk in the edges of the allies, making a fast escape easy, the shadows of the ally still providing cover from curios onlookers.

Trent knew this man, he posed as a junkie whenever he needed any Intel. on the barons of the drug world for a job. It was easy. All the dealers cared about was the money, you could ask them whatever s**t you wanted. As long as you made a big enough order they would do or tell you almost anything.

People where just so easy to play for Trent.

The dealer turned to face him, a sale’s-man grin on his face.

"And what can we have you in for tonight Trent."

"Ice, I hear Joe is driving the market price down."

Devilling into a pocket the dealer brought out a small bag of white powder, or, to be more precise, cocaine.

"Yeah pretty much, wrecking the industry more like, most of his direct dealers are operating around the east side of the docks though. This side, the stuff may be more expensive, but we are a hell of allot more pure."

"Glad to here it mate. Because purity in number one to me." Trent replied a stupid, fake, addict about to get his fix smile crossing over his face.

Taking a pair of twin hundred dollar notes out his pocket and handing it to the small, slightly dishevelled man, Trent pocketed the bag.

He smiled to himself wondering if he should keep this one, this was one of the bonuses of the job to Trent, you could actually charge drugs on work expenses for fieldwork research.

Slipping his gauntlets onto his hands from inside a pair of deep pockets in his coat Trent walked out of the ally, heading west...

dimitri dropped them off at the office, Altair went up and did some paper work, then went home around 7:00pm. He came back into the office at 7:00 am. He went throught his emails, a few more jobs that he set asside then went through some of the papers.

When Amiah got back to the apartment she showered, then put on black dress pants and a white button up shirt. She headed over to Altairs building. She had a question about tonights hit.
"Hello Rika, is Altair in?" She asked the lady at the desk.

"Thanks." Amiah said as she strode into Altairs office.
"Hello Mr. Altair." Amaih said and sat down in one of the chairs. "I have a question about my hit."

"You said that my hit tonight is a illegal arms dealer, yes?" Amiah asked. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted me to bring any of the weapons back after the hit."

She walked into the building in the later afternoon after her first job and she was ready for another, she just wanted the paper work and to get this done,she stopped at Rika's desk,"Hello, Is Mr.La-Ahad here?" She asked, her usual aura about her as she asked her eyes dim and un expressive.