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"She's on the move, Wolf. Her signal cut out a little while ago and her last known location was...the Davenport off the grid airport." Crow tells her brother as she bites into a burrito, wiping the sides of her lips of sauce as she taps away on her computer using one hand.

A girl has to keep fed.

Hitter –that's Silver Hitter– is currently out in the city, on a job but pauses to give his earpiece a tap so he can talk back to his sister.

"Shoot. Find out where she's going, I'll have to follow physically or something." Hitter tells Crow and she hums in response, then he hears the quick tapping of her fingers against a keyboard.

Tugging his earpiece out so he can concentrate on the job at hand, Hitter looks through his binoculars and finds his target on the move. He's an assassin who's been hired to take out then retrieve something from a double side mafia member. Meaning that this guy goes back and forth between the two groups, feeding information for a price without either of the leaders finding out.

Well, until they do of course.

What a disgrace. Hitter had thought when he got the job. How do you play for both sides? In his opinion, you're basically just betraying yourself in the process so he gladly agreed to it.

So now here the guy is, in a hotel room, with the company of an expensive glass of alcohol and S.H's finger itches to pull the trigger attached to his attack rifle.

'But there's a different way I have to do this', He thinks, beginning to twist off attachments from his rifle, then loading it away in a case, pulling out two glock 19 (classic but a goodie) to place silencers in the tips, making sure they're fully loaded then shove them in the holsters he has for them.

Picking up the rest of his spying equipment, Hitter finds himself running off the roof of the apartment building. He always sets up a few buildings down to scout, then treads over by foot and heads to his actual location.

Now holding a backpack full of equipment and weapons, the assassin reaches the lobby of the hotel and slows to a normal paced walk, before stepping outside and breaking out into a run and heading to the darker alleyways, running stealthy through the quiet city.

The smell of dirt, foul trash and stale smoke fills the air of these alleys and S.H decides to use his cover advantage to cover his face. A mask. Tugging it up from where it rests around his neck, he covers his mouth and nose, then he pulls his beanie over his head and speeds his run.

Arriving at the apartment building, he locates the room he's going to, calculates the height and distance to make it there, then uses wall grippers to climb up manually.

His arms circle around as he pulls himself up with a jump, huffing to keep his breathing steady and he repeats.

His arms slam the grippers into the wall as he moves higher and higher. Arriving to his floor, he swings his body over and lands on a bathroom ledge, holding on with both arms.

He pulls himself up, grabs a glass cutter from his light backpack of equipment and gets rid of the window.

Creeping down, Silver Hitter shuffles out of the decently spaced bathroom and pauses when he hears the hum of the T.V.

Now straightened to his full nearly 6ft height, he smirks underneath his mask and walks casually to the guy, resting easily in the living room, swishing a dark brown liquid in his glass around while watching what's playing on the flat screen TV.

"Did you want me to knock?" Hitter's deep and disguised voice questions sarcastically. The man startles, spilling the alcohol on the carpet as he stands and faces the hooded figure who stands in his apartment.

The assassin stands half illuminated by light, the other half darkened by shadows, blending into the background like a nightmare. "What am I supposed to call you? Scum, or your honour like you studied for and should have stuck to it? Huh?"

"You can call yourself screwed." The target spits, then reaches into his jacket for something but Hitter beats him to it and raises two guns, shaking his head to tell the target not to try anything.

"Where is it? You knew this day would come, so tell me where it is."

"I don't have it."

S.H clicks his tongue in mock disappointment then waves one of his guns around casually, as though it isn't a loaded machine that kills at the pull of a trigger.

"I can tell you who does though." The target swallows hard, taking a step back from S.H who remains shadowed by the dim lighting and the hood and mask on his head.

"Or...you can get to the point." Hitter clicks the gun and the target cowers to his knees in panic as he points to a door, finger shaking.

"That's the bedroom! There's a safe behind the bed frame okay!?? I don't know the code, it changes everyday and I haven't been updated yet but look on my phone!?!"

"See, and if you had started with that, then I wouldn't have wasted what, five minutes grilling you on it?" Silver Hitter presses down then releases the trigger, the bullet cutting straight into the side of his target's head, who falls to the ground -lifeless- almost instantly.

Observing the blood now splattered around, Hitter slips his guns away, then gets to work on finding what he actually came for.

"Crow, I've got a safe." He places his earpiece back in and tells his sister whose voice crackles into his ear before becoming clear again.

"Model?"

"Crappy ones that come in hotels and apartments."

"I can work with that." Crow laughs, and from where she is, she brings up a sequence code to scan the safe, then she begins cracking it. "Okay, by the time I have the code, I'll send it over to our client, then handle it myself but right now you gotta get moving. Out of there bro, and to the airport."

"What?" S.H jogs to the nearest window without missing a beat and cranes his head out to see. The night sky is dark, the moon barely a sliver of a crescent– cars in the area barely present as a soft wind kisses his face. Spotting an empty park though, with swings swaying in a breeze with the metallic sounds of the chains echoing ever so slightly, illuminated only by street lamps next to a deserted street, he takes out a grappling hook.

Securing it inside the hotel room he then connects it to the belt around his waist just as Crow responds, "You forget about the Davenport girl?"

"Of course not...send me whatever you have on her, starting on where the hell I'm flying to get to her."

"Scotland. Details will be in your phone by the time you board."

"Okay. Gotta run." Tugging his earpiece out, he climbs over the window pane, then launches himself outside the window, zipping down to the ground and he takes in the breeze that comes with the fast pace he's moving at.

*****

"You were expecting me, yeah?" Jamie asks, dark sunglasses over her eyes as she faces her shoulder at the man behind the packed bar who nods, presses a button and buzzes her through a gate.

Looking around at the distracted room, Jamie quickly passes through, the heels of her gold boots clicking against the tiled flooring as she walks into a dark hallway, the loud sounds of the chatter and clinking of the bar fading to almost nothing.

Finally arriving to her destination, she looks around the illegal/underground wine cellar and takes a look around. It's stuffy, no windows and very dusty, but it doesn't hide the smell of alcohol in the air.

Figures, two hours in Scotland and she's already getting down.

"James Davenport?"

She turns and sees a short, dark, curly haired woman who wears a white apron over a long red skirt and long sleeve top. "I have your order."

"Show me." Jamie says, following the woman to a wooden crate, which she uses a sharp knife to get open, the -crack- sound echoing in the empty but spacious room. "Oh wow." Jamie breathes as she takes a bottle of Macallan-1926, a low whistle leaving her lips. "I can't believe it."

"You said cash front. This bottle doesn't leave the building until you've payed." The old woman's frail voice remains the young woman who grins, rubbing her thumbs over the glass.

"I'm aware." Fishing into her pocket, Jamie pulls out a storage locker key and hands it over to the woman. "Bring the bottle there tonight, I'll meet you then. I just needed to see the merchandise."

Giving the bottle a kiss, Jamie makes the bottle a silent promise that she'll be back for it soon. Then she shoves her hands into the pockets of her coat, and leaves the bar in a fine mood, looking around the Scotland streets.

A bit excessive to buy whisky straight in Scotland, but Jamie's extra in that way. Besides, she may just find something else of her taste while she's here.

Burgers. With a smile, Jamie pulls her black coat tight around her and makes back to her car, which she climbs into the driver's and makes to find some food to take back to her hotel.

*****

"Hi mom." Jamie says, while sinking her teeth into a juicy burger and wiping at her cheeks with a napkin while she chews.

"Hello, my sugar. How's Scotland?"

"Good food." Jamie mumbles around her bite and Yasmine laughs. "No I'm kidding. It's good, I got what I needed and I should be back home the day before the brunch."

"Amazing! I cannot wait to have you all back at home."

"Me neither. I'm having dinner then I wanna shower and change, can I call you whenever?"

"Yes of course. I love you, so so much."

Jamie laughs. "I love you too." Using one of her clean fingers, Jamie hangs up, then finishes off her dinner, washing it down with some sparkling water before she hops in the shower.

Meanwhile, S.H has just arrived at the building across the road from the hotel Jamie is staying at and he watches through his binoculars.

"She's not up to anything." He observes more to himself than to anyone.

"Good. Just watch her...I have a bad feeling about this entire thing." Crow tells him and he lets out a grunt in response.

The moment Crow got a signal on Jamie's location, she was quick to send it to her brother, told him to grab a bag and pack.

Even if Yasmine didn't ask them personally to watch her daughter this time, they know she's in danger and will do it anyways.

They've become protective over her (not just Hitter) ever since they first saved her life years and years ago.

"Do you know who this Prescott guy is yet?"

"No...but I think I have an idea." Crow tells her brother.

"Who?"

"A relative maybe...I'm not really sure how yet, but a lot points to some sort of biological connection since Jamie is adopted."

"Hmm...why does he want her dead?"

"I don't know. I'll keep looking."

"Yeah, you do that."

Watching for a handful of minutes, he's about to call is a night when she comes out of the bathroom, her hands holding a towel against her chest as she walks to the light switch. At the same time as the lights go out, she drops the towel and Hitter respectfully lowers the binoculars that have a night vision setting.

Yeah, definitely calling it a night.

*****

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