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Jackson sighed as he walked to go to his sister's old room. His mind drifted to the night he'd found her. He'd been lucky. His job had led him right to her...

"I want you to dispose of Harrison Roward. Besides your pay, there will, if you are successful, be something in it for you that will be worth your while." The man, leader of the Assassin's Corp., handed the dark angel a locket. "Give this to the woman at the home. She is a slave, and she will know exactly who you are."

Jackson had assassinated Harrison and given the woman the locket. She had, without delay, popped it open and embraced him. The woman explained that she was his sister, their mother's first child, and both of them had been sold at the same time.

Now the room was empty, his sister long dead. Cancer had taken her from the dark angel only a year after they'd been reunited. The next year, pneumonia had taken his fiancee. In a daze, Jackson walked to the closet and removed a t-shirt and a skirt. He grabbed a towel from her bathroom and headed back to Kora's room.

Jackson came into Kora's room without bothering to knock. He knew she was in the shower, so politeness had no purpose. He entered to be proved correct. The room was deserted, and the shower was running. The dark angel opened the door to the bathroom just as he had the bedroom door, without knocking. "Kora," he said, "I'm putting the clothes on the vanity. "By the way, it's four-fifty. You have twenty-five minutes."

Jackson left and headed toward the front door, remembering Sanyo and Conroy. Thankfully, both still stood by the large door. "Sanyo, Conroy, come with me." He led the two slaves into a hallway. He opened a door, revealing a sparsely furnished blue room with a bed and a night table. The windows were barred. He pushed Conroy in. "Conroy, do as you will for tonight. I'll bring in food later. There is a shower, feel free to use it. Clothes are in the night table drawer." He shut the door, and it locked with a click.

Jackson then led Sanyo to a maroon room with a bed larger than Conroy's but slightly smaller thank Kora's. There was a night table and an empty bookshelf. "Take a shower, Sanyo. I will bring in clothes that should fit you in a moment." He explained to her than the door locked from the outside and that the windows did not open. He pointed to the door that led to the bathroom. "Be out by five-fifteen," he ordered the girl as he left toward his sister's room. He pulled out a white blouse and an undershirt. It'd have to do. The dark angel brought it to Sanyo's bathroom and left quickly o prepare for the meal.

Kora opened her eyes as Jackson entered the bathroom without her permission. "Stay out!" she called after him. She didn't like people walking in on her either, even if she was a slave. Finishing up, she climbed out of the shower and wrapped the towels around her. She didn't have much to do, but she didn't want to be down on time either. Drying off, she sat down in front of the vanity and picked up the comb to comb out her hair.

Sanyo grabbed her cloths after having got done her hair. She looked at the outfit. And chuckled putting it on. She walked down stairs. "Sr. Jackson? What would you like me to do?" Sanyo asked. She was going to start acting good know.

Conroy walked in the house taking in every detail. His head shifted around in observence. "It's just another big fancy house. But it does look fun to burn down like number eight's" he said referring to his most recent master. He chuckled as he was lead down the halinto his rooml. When he stepped into the room, he noticed the barred window. "Hey wait a second," he blurted as he spun around. He darted back to the door, but the door was already locked. His claws scraped down the door leaving ten clearly visible gashes. "Aww come on this is just another cage!!" He yelled hoping someone would hear him. This was a horrible stroke of bad luck considering that he was planning to take someone hostage. "Well can I at least use a pen? I need to add your name to my list." He shouted. His hand dropped to his pocket containing a crumpled piece of paper with the names of his previous masters and mistresses.

((Your no fun! you locked my character in a room.. and I was planning to have him take a hostage.. crying ))

((I'm returning my character back to the shop))