Leaving her driver in the car, Jamie climbs out and jogs inside her house, unlocking the door before continuing upstairs to get her sniper equipment. Once she has her hands wrapped around the briefcase holding the stuff she needs, Jamie heads back out, seeing her driver Anne sitting in the passenger seat of her car still.

Bending over in front of the car, Jamie opens the trunk of her car and lowers the case inside, before going over to the driver's side and sits on the door, her hands on either side of her as she swings her legs over, settling into the car all without opening the door, then she starts the car and tugs her seatbelt around her body, glancing at her reflection in the mirror for a minute.

All she sees is a woman on a mission, one with no problems or personal life to affect her decisions or choices. She smirks. It's funny how much can be hidden behind a curtain of two eyes because in that moment, there's an entire show.

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Having tracked down the name of the person Kimmy sent her, Jamie stares at the man now through the window of a coffee shop, through her windshield, not the bit phased by the stares of attention seekers who try to grab her attention because of the flashy vehicle she's in as well as her entire being.

Expensive sunglasses and jewelry on a beautiful young woman can attract quite the attention in the mediocre neighbourhood, as well as a five hundred million dollar vehicle in the form of a metallic silver.

"Okay. Let's drive back around the block. I'll come back by foot and take care of my business before texting you to come pick me up." Jamie tells her driver who nods silently. Shifting the gear to pull back onto the road, Jamie then slowly this time, makes her way around a smooth turn, leaning back in her seat and steering relaxedly.

"I should be back in about fifteen okay?" Jamie tells Anne and the driver nods, sitting up when Jamie leans over and opens the glove compartment, taking out well —a pair of white leather gloves. "Be waiting behind the wheel with the engine running and ready to go when I come out." Once the gloves at covering her hands and fingers, Jamie climbs out of the car again and walks around to the front of the car and opens the trunk, pulling out the thin, long black suitcase she placed in there earlier, which she holds to her side while shutting the trunk.

Walking calmly down the street of the café, Jamie considers her options then decides on an apartment building with lots of windows to choose from. Stopping outside the building of apartments, Jamie sets her bag down next to her Christian Louboutin pumps then pulls out her phone and presses dial on Kimmy.

She answers on the third ring. "Little Candy. I was just about to change my number." Jamie smiles, slipping her hand in the pocket of her white trousers.

"Which window of the apartment building would you squat by for a café hit. I'm at..." Jamie checks her location then lets her acomplice know.

"Eighth flour. Room---"

"Fifteen." Jamie's eyes zero in on that specific window as she calculates in her mind just how accurate she could get her shot without being detected or guessed.

"Exactly. Need any more help?"

"I'm good." Bringing her phone down, Jamie hangs up then picks up her bag, watching as someone approaches the apartment building, her heels clicking against the slightly busy sidewalk. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Jamie smiles at the female at the door as she lets herself in with a designated key.

Taking her jacket off, Jamie watches the woman slip inside and she flings the arm of her white leather jacket so it wedges itself in before the door can close, stepping forward and yanking the door open, Jamie slips inside and lets it swing shut behind her.

Smiling at passing people, she makes sure they look away before she jogs ahead up the emergency stairway, her mind flashing with memories of the last time she was in such a space.

Silver Hitter's scent fills her nose and she wavers when she remembers the way he held her, their noses touching as his warmth invaded her—shaking her head, Jamie runs up the stairs even faster then arrives on the eighth floor and bursts out, checking all the doors then she knocks on door fifteen, stepping to the side and waiting.

A man peaks out and frowns when he sees no one, when really, Jamie is in a crouch to his right, staring at him intensely.

"Babe, who's at the door?" Jamie hears a female voice ask.

"Nobody. Must've just been the wind." Taking her oppurtunity, Jamie straightens and then pulls out a syringe from a small pocket in her equipment case, stabbing it in the man's leg and then covering his mouth so he doesn't make a sound. He falls into her arms and she drags him inside silently, staying on the tips of the toes.

Finding the living room, she drops him on the couch.

Jamie steps back, then goes to find the girlfriend, making sure she's extra quiet as she makes sure her heels stay off the ground.

Spotting the girlfriend in the bathtub, Jamie silently sneaks in and inserts the rest of the fluid in the syringe into the young female, hearing a surprised gasp before she knocks out just like her boyfriend.

Jamie makes sure the female won't drown by pulling her body up so she's hunched over the side since she's not trying to harm them, then gets to work, finding the window overlooking the cafe, she pulls out her Barret M82 and then crouches as she looks through the scope at her target, finding him.

Her face remains empty and emotionless as she waits for a clear shot. Once she sees one, Jamie opens the window, looks through the scope again then places a finger onto the trigger with one eye closing and the other narrowing.

While he speaks to a waitress, Jamie waits for her to lean away and the moment she does, Jamie's finger is down on the trigger and her target has a bullet hole in his head, the waitress covered in a spattering of blood.

She screams. Everyone screams. Jamie hisses, impressed with herself for the clean shot but also feeling slightly bad for doing it in front of so many people. Well then.

Standing, Jamie gathers her things, closes the window and then struts out of the apartment, closing the door behind her and making her exit by the stairs once again, slipping out of the building completely and then she begins her walk down the block the way she came, away from the screaming, panic and distant sirens, back to her car.

Tossing her bag in the trunk, Jamie climbs into the front passenger seat of the car and fastens her seatbelt, giving her driver the okay nod then Anne revs the car, grips the steering wheel and pushes down onto the gas, driving away from all the commotion caused by her boss without ever asking questions except,

"Where to Miss. Davenport?"

Jamie takes a moment to think, tugging off her gloves and then stuffing them into the compartment once again then the Davenport leans back in her seat and smiles.

"Let's go shopping. I need a court outfit. I'm being sued, you see." Jamie says lightly and her driver raises her eyebrows curiously but only nods. "Go ahead, ask."

"Why exactly are you being sued?" Anne asks hesitantly and Jamie lets out a fake, dry laugh, causing the woman in the car with her to look up, before turning back to the road, waiting for her boss to answer.

"Fraud. As though I, James Davenport would lie about being anybody's daughter but my own mother, a genius among all man and women, Yasmine Davenport. Emerson Prescott shouldn't flatter himself." Jamie rolls her eyes as though to emphasize her point before adding, "I may not be biologically related to her, but everything about me comes from my mom. Yasmine. Not dead Connie." Jamie laughs kind of insanely, clearly spiralling a little bit and Anne nods along, knowing that the Davenport probably needs to let it all out.

Jamie then leans forward and rams her fist into the dash of the car, causing her driver to slow, before pulling over completely before something happens to cause the car into a frenzy.

Jamie sighs with understanding, running her hands through her hair then she climbs out of the car and stands next to the vehicle, watching cars passing by and she bows her head into her crossed arms, not knowing what to do with herself but fall apart but she doesn't.

The sound of cars rushing by is slightly exhilarating though, the gush that comes with them passing by. She crouches over her sports car, her arms on the warm front while trying not to let her temper take over. Anne keeps her eyes diverted, knowing that offending or pissing off the Davenport will only get her and probably this entire city into trouble.

They sit for minutes on end, in silence, the only sound coming from the world around them before Jamie straightens and runs a hand through her hair.

Walking back around to the car, Jamie climbs back inside and re-fastens her seatbelt, her driver changes gears, getting ready to go again.

"Thank you."

Anne nods, silently pulling back onto the road and flooring the car.

"Do you want a raise?" Anne laughs at Jamie's suggestion and Jamie gives a small smile, exhaling slightly, glad she snapped so she could be calm again. "I don't know who hired you, but you're too nice. You gonna turn down a raise?"

"I have no answer to that, Miss. Davenport."

"We'll both go shopping then. I'll pay."

"You don't have to but I won't turn down free clothing."

Jamie laughs and her driver turns the wheel with a smile on her face, changing roads to the mall.

......

Wolf makes sure that Jamie and her driver arrive at the mall safely, easing at the entrance in his car as he watches them walk side by side, he asks Crow to make sure that they're all set on eyes then steps on the gas and leaves the mall, revving up his loud engine.

Jamie glances over her shoulder just as she's disappearing inside and swears she catches sight of the back of a familiar grey/black Ford Mustang.

It could be anyone but deep down she knows it's him. Ignoring it though, she points at a jewellery store called Tiffany & Co then leads her driver inside.

.....

Hitter arrives at the Davenport mansion and heads inside, following the sound of voices to Yasmine's home office.

The door is slightly ajar and he smooths his mask over his nose and mouth as he reaches a fist out to knock firmly.

The voices stop and then a woman nearly identical to Yasmine Davenport stands before Wolf, her hair long in blonde waves instead of a platinum blonde, as well as a few years younger but everything else is identical and they could be twins.

She smiles at him and he lowers his mask and returns a tight grin before she's pulling him into a hug. "Delilah."

"Hello, handsome." His boss' sister greets, planting a kiss on his cheek then stroking her thumb over his skin to remove her bold red lipstick from imprinting.

His eyes then flash up to the sister he came here to see. "I just came to let you know that Jamie is safe and...occupied at the moment." As well as the young couple whom she drugged but he doesn't quite mention that part as she sips at a glass of wine. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No thank you, you can go about your day, Wolf. Tell your sister the same, as well as hello."

With a nod in both hers and Delilah's direction, he turns and leaves the office, the women's voices causing his steps to falter but not halt when he hears Jamie's name.

"James isn't going to find out about the day that she was born. She doesn't need to trouble herself with what isn't found on the will." Yasmine's cool voice could send shivers down the spine of anyone and Wolf is glad that he isn't the one it's pointed towards. Delilah doesn't seem affected however as she drawls,

"You're gonna be in trouble, Yazzy. You can't tell me you forgot the kind of cubs you raised. Have you?"

The sound of approaching footsteps has Wolf raising his mask and stepping behind a wall that shields him from view of the office he just left from as a third voice surfaces, "Momma, Aunty is right. Jamie will find out."

"Who's telling her? Because the only people who know are the three of us or dead. And either of you won't say a word. Will you?"

"No." The two women reply dryly and so Wolf takes that as his moment to go just as the Davenport mother says,

"Good. I didn't think so."

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