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Roman fell on to one of the cushions, feeling exhausted. He had been overworked since the morning, he was already on his third job of the day -- and the last one seemed to be too big for him to chew, and the two before were assassinations -- which he wasn't proud of. He preferred to avoid killing, much less holding a gun, if the job didn't require bloodshed. He was one of the few traceurs in the business that did assassinations, he was trained for it by his master who taught him everything in the books. He was taught various forms of martial arts ranging from: disarmament, to grappling and even deadly strikes, although it was natural for most traceurs to know and master a martial art, Roman knew many arts, but a master at none; but that's what his master wanted, someone who was ready to take any job.

Roman sat up, feeling slightly better than before, he didn't want to rest, he had a job to finish, work was all he had. Looking over to Musica, who looked like she was just taking in everything that has happened in the past few hours. "Hey, you alright?" Roman said with worry in his voice.

"Hey... Are you alright?!" Roman saw the blood and was immediately alarmed. Getting up, he wrestled the sudden pain shooting from his body, "why did you hide this from me?" Grabbing a nearby cloth he began pressing on the wound. "You could have died!" Roman took out a small med kit he had attached to his belt, pulling out some small pliers and some surgical stitches, he began prepping. Looking at Musica, it looked like her body was enflamed, and the blood was still fresh. "You got this when you saved me, didn't you?" Roman whispered, pressing his forehead down on Musica's shoulder.

"Don't be stupid, you should have saved yourself first..." Roman quietly said, he gently pulled the bullet out, it was a small 9 mm bullet, meaning it was a pistol. It must have been that SWAT officer he had in submission, N. Hessler, or something like that... Roman remembered the name stitched into the man's jacket, he seemed to have been important. Taking out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, he poured it on to Musica's wound, wincing in pain just by the thought of it, and stitched the flesh together. "Just as I thought... I can't be here" Roman got up slowly, laying Musica on to her side on the mattress, "I'll just cause you trouble." Covering Musica with a blanket, Roman left the room quietly.

Arriving outside, the sunlight caused Roman to shield his eyes for a moment. The city was too much for him right now, he sighed and took a deep breath, sitting down in front of the doorway.

"Roman, we have a new mission for you."
"Shut up."

[Edited my post cause the context made no sense. ]

"I don't need someone telling me what to do!" Musica snapped at him once he started to try and reason with her. When he had pulled the bullet out of her back, a bolt of pain shot up her spine. She sat upright painfully and hissed quietly to quell the pain. When he started stitching up her wound, Musica thankfully closed her eyes and started to breathe a little more better. Before she could argue with Roman, her fatigue had won her out. Falling into her sleep of rest, she remained on her side in her deep slumber. "No...you.." Musica exhaled as she fell asleep, and he exited. "Won't." A black darkness took over Musica and started to mend the wound that was now on her back.

It wasn't until several hours had passed that Musica's eyes had fluttered open. Her back in clear pain as she sat upright and nearly twitched. She sat upright groggily and sighed softly to herself. Standing up, her eyes scanning the room where no one was in. She saw something that wasn't there before. A bottle of water and some food from McDonald's. Tilting her head a moment she went to her radio and laughed into it. "Ooh, fattie foods." Musica crowed into the mic, and her handler laughed into the mic back.
"Figured you needed some food after that wound you took."
"Oh, you saw?"
"Yep, and you should really stop jumping around like a dumbass."
"And you should really stop stalking me, but hey, you don't see me complaining."
"Touche."
Musica laughed a bit and turned her own mic off. She got up from her spot and dressed in her clothes once more, taking notice that Roman had already left. Just like the typical tracaeur of course. An annoyed look on her face was there when she took her bag of fatties and decided to just eat it outside. She opened the door, the bright light hitting her face gently and warmly. Musica hummed softly with a smile and looked out towards the city. "Ah.." she sighed out in happiness.

[[Sorry :3]]

[Sorry for not posting...still waiting. One more day before I am forced to kick that person from the RP...I hate waiting with no warning like this.]

Waking up, Jon saw that it was no longer night time. Getting up and getting dressed he sat down and helped himself to some toasted bread that he had half-inched from the local store the day before. Finishing his toast, Jon pulled out his Marlborough and lit one, drawing deeply on the cigarette. Feeling the nicotine coursing through his system, loosening his stiff muscles and releiving his stress, Jon slumped back into the couch. Picking up his phone, Jon searched for any missed calls, seeing that he had none, Jon was about to put his phone down when it rang in his hand. It was is Traceur contact, Tray. "Yo Tray, whats up?" Jon said as he put the phone to his ear
" Hey dude, we need you for a job tonight, you free?"
"Yeah sure I am man, what time and where?" Jon asked, looking for a pen and some temp-aper he could write the details down on
"The time is 10:45pm and we meet on the roof adjacent to the YamanoTech building.
"Okay Tray, Ill meet you up there."

Leaving the house later that day, Jon was dressed in his usual, a long leather sleeveless trench coat that hid his gun holster that held his Glock 17. Hanging from his right shoulder to his left hip was his messenger bag. Yellow and black in design , it held his phone, his cigarettes and his lighter for now. Later those objects would be stored in his trench coat pockets as the bag would be sealed. Pulling out the cigarettes, Jon lit one and ignored the warning sign that flashed up on the screen next to him as he awaited the elevator telling him to put it out or be fined.

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Jon arrived on the roof and saw Tray waiting for him at the far edge. Walking over, he called over to Tray "Who'll I be working with tonight?"
"We're just waiting for your partner now."



**> ((OOC)) Any one wants to be my partner n this Job just meet us on the roof and we'll set off XD<**

As Jon and Tray waited on the roof, Jon lit a cigarette, the smoke settling his nerves about working with a new partner. "Tray,"he murmured, "Who will I be working with tonight? I don't want to be working with a rookie who's just gonna get themselves killed like last time."
Tray shook his head and turned away from the edge of the building, holding out his hand to Jon for sme of the cigarette. Jon obliged and waited for an answer
"No, I'm not sure who your working with but I've been told she's one of the best." Finishing the cig, Tray flicked it off the edge of the building, watching it get caught in the swirling wind currents that blew around the buildings constantly.
As they waited, Jon emptied his bags contents into his trenchcoat and laid his bag on the floor waiting for Tray to replace it with the sealed one that contained the items he and his partner would be transporting tonight.
Glancing down at his watch, Jon saw the time change to exactly 10:45 pm when a girl landed at the other end of the roof. As she approached, Jon noted her confident walk, the sefl-assured way she held herself as she approached Tray and himself.
"I assume you're the two I'm meeting up with?" she said as she got closer and Jon was pleased to note that she at least sounded as pretty as she looked. "Monet is the name." she introduced when she had stopped walking.
"The names Jon, and this is Tray, our handler for tonight. You up for this?" Jon said casually, looking appreciatively at the girls looks and figure. With one last admiring look at the girl, Jon turned to see Tray pulling two messenger bags with thigh straps out of a briefcase that had been stashed in one of the buildings air-conditioning units.
"Usual rules apply, dont open the bags and if its not delivered by sunrise tommorow night then the contents will automatically self destruct." Pulling out a temp-aper pad, Tray showed them a detailed map that had been drawn on it. "This is your destination," he said, pointing at a building on the map that was quite a distance from the building they were on. "If your good enough, you can make it before sunrise tonight but I would advise you don't rush. The more attention you gain by rushing headlong straight to this building, the harder it'll be to avoid the police." "Jon already knows this Monet, but the amount of money you were offered was just to entice you in, If you succesfully complete this Job, you will have that amount again wired into your accounts. The first amount will be wired the moment you leave this roof, so long as you accept the mission that is."