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Waking up the next morning, Jamie stretches her arms and a smile spreads across her lips as she rests her chin in her hand, savouring the peaceful time of day for just a few moments before picking her phone up with the other.

Looking through her texts and emails, she finds a few that are about work and decides right then that she'll make her way back home the next morning, which is when she'll respond to any of the contacts.

Climbing out of bed, Jamie smooths down her wild hair and makes for the bathroom, answering nature's call before moving to the sink to freshen up. Today, she's going to fetch her '26 and she cannot wait to retrieve it, fly back home then add it to her collection.

Jamie is a big collector for whisky. So big in fact, that she's killed for it...allegedly.

Doing her makeup, Jamie then grabs a hairdryer and does her hair, curling and fluffing out her choppy bangs, fixing them over her forehead.

Once that's done, she gets changed out of her robe and into blue denim jeans, a black shirt to go with her boots and a navy blue coat.

Her phone chimes from its place in the charger and she picks it up then glances at the text.

Momma Bear: Call me sugar. I need to know you're all good.

Jamie texts her back.

Me: All good momma. Will be back home tomorrow morning. Look forward to it ;)

Momma Bear: Okay okay. I love you.

Now setting her phone aside after pulling out the cable, Jamie makes her way out of the hotel room and to her rented car. Her hoop earrings jiggle from her ears and her heeled boots tap with her footsteps.

Just as she promised the woman from the day before, she's heading to the storage unit to both do a drop off and pick up.

But first, the bank.

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Jogging out of the bank with a duffel bag in hand, Jamie tosses it into the front passenger side of her car then gets behind the steering wheel, checking her phone once before she goes.

Jamie has always been fond of traveling alone, especially for jobs. She enjoys the rush and risk of the unpredictable, but just the calm that comes before the storm she sometimes never sees coming.

Arriving at the storage unit, she spots an unmarked, tinted BMW and she goes to the unit and knocks hard on the garage door.

Crouching low, she pulls it up and is met with the woman from the day before and a tall, bald white male with tattooed writing on his forehead all the way down to the back of his head.

"You Davenport?" His voice is heavily accented, barely audible under his gruff tone.

"That's me. I take it you're security?" Jamie raises an eyebrow and the male doesn't say anything, let alone make any sort of gesture.

"Where's the cash?"

"In the car. Where's my bottle?"

"Right here." The small woman answers, raising the same locked case as the day before and Jamie nods.

"Bring it. We'll make the exchange at my car then I'll be on my way." Turning, Jamie walks back outside the garage, then she opens the door to her car, that holds the duffel bag of cash. "1.9 million. Cash and in US dollars."

"Please give moment to us to verify." The woman's soft voice says, handing the case over to Jamie who runs the pads of her fingers over, glad to have it in her hands.

"Of course." And once the arrangements have been done, Jamie and her sellers go their separate ways, each satisfied with their prizes.

*****

"Hitter, she's being watched." Crow tells S.H and he climbs out of bed quickly then gets dressed.

He decided to catch a few hours of rest, since Jamie seemed to be doing not much but laying in bed and...sleeping it seemed.

In all of his attempts, he hadn't managed to catch a close glance of her face, her back always being turned his way but there's no mistaking her since he now has her memorised. Her movements, graceful yet confident steps and her long thin fingers.

"Who by Crow?"

"I don't know. Prescott is currently dark, waiting for your call so I'm not sure who they are. I think she has more than one admirer."

"On my way to her now."

.....

Jamie hears a creak outside the door to her room and her eyes spring open. Silently climbing out of bed, she tip toes to the door, gun now in hand that she managed to grab from her discarded coat and she opens the door slowly.

Silence. It's dark, no sound no moveme-

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Jamie squints when she notices a masked figure who must be the one she heard approaching her slowly, looking all over. Her eyes flash to the gun in his hand. Assault rifle.

"Who the hell is that?" Jamie whispers to herself, pointing the gun up when he turns to her, his eyes a cold shade of brown, so dull they're almost soulless and she shivers slightly. He doesn't see her though.

Turning away, the masked figure creeps away and Jamie takes this as her opportunity to run. Turning back, she's quick to grab a pair of shoes, which she slips her feet into, then runs out into the hall, glancing both sides before making to the door leading into the hallway.

Silver Hitter looks up just as the front door swings shut and he curses. She just ran.

"Crow, keep eyes! She saw me!" Breaking out into a run, Hitter lets out a frustrated groan and goes out where she disappeared, looking around at the identical doors at the hotel before seeing the staircase door close with a red sign above it swing shut.

He sprints and opens it again, running inside and he curses when he sees a trail of her clothes.

She's smart, she's going to blend in.

Taking out his phone, he jumps down the flights of stairs and comes out into the hotel lobby, dumping his mask and hoodie in a trashcan, before taking off his pants as well, tossing them as he hides navy dress pants underneath and a button down shirt which he untucks then switched the jacket he had on inside out, tugging the now patterned cover on.

He walks around the hotel lobby, passing guests as he goes but he barely acknowledges them as he spots a familiar head of blonde hair, sitting at the bar, now in a black coat synched tightly with a belt and pump heels, a massive difference compared to when he saw her in pants and a blue coat.

She's too good. Prepared for anything.

Grabbing the hat of a random male, S.H pulls it on low over his head then takes out a spare mask from his pocket and pulls it on, before moving in.

Jamie speaks to the hotel bartender about absolutely nothing and senses eyes watching her so she excuses herself and slips right in the middle of a group of business men, knowing that her follower lost eyes on her, before running outside.

She takes out her car keys and wonders if she'll be able to make it. She has no choice, she has to take him out.

She sprints around the block and ducks behind the wall next to the restaurant.

Taking out her gun again, which she had hidden in a holster on her thigh, Jamie waits for him.

Silver Hitter looks around, making sure there aren't any prying eyes before running to where he saw his mission disappear to. She's a lot of work, he thinks.

He ducks around the corner and raises his hands at the gun pointed at him.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Silver Hitter says and Jamie shakes her head, her eyes darkening and S.H quickly twists the gun out of her hold so it drops to the ground, before kicking it out of the way.

She proceeds to use her hands so he raise his arms, blocking her blows quickly.

Finally he catches hold of her wrists, slamming them above her head and watching her squirm while thinking of ways to calm her down. Just as he's about to talk, she grunts hard and jumps up, kicking him in the crotch and watching him double over before grabbing his shoulders and slamming him to the wall with an equally fuelled grunt.

He was caught off guard at first but quickly ducks when she throws her towards him.

"I'm not gonna fight you." He says calmly, trying to pin her down again but that only angers her more and she reaches for him, his face coming down onto her knee and then he drops to the ground with a thud, staring at the beauty of a killer standing above him as she calculates her next move.

Her eyes are a dark, red tinted shade of brown, her lips full and very soft looking. There's no makeup on her face and her eyes lead me to believe she's of some Asian descent because of how small and lifted they are.

She's unlike anything he'd ever thought of, her tanned tone evenly coating every inch of her skin naturally but Hitter doesn't have too much time to savour her looks because her expression is one of rage, mixed in with annoyance.

He should have known, to come up with a better way to approach a Davenport.

"If you weren't here to hurt me, then stay the hell away from me." Running the rest of the way to her car, Jamie looks around to make sure no prying eyes caught her before climbing in, starting the car and speeding quickly to the airport.

"Wolf." Crow says in panic into her brother's earpiece which she hears his heavy breathing through. "Wolf say something."

"I'm okay." He coughs, wincing at the pain in his temple from being hit so hard. Damnit she's good. The pounding that spreads from his nose to both temples has him assuming that he probably looks like crap at the moment. "I hated not being able to fight back...but as long as I got her out of there before whoever was after her did. I think it's time for us to tell Yasmine what's going on." The beaten down assassin pulls himself into a sitting position, shifting across to lean against the wall then he uses a gloved hand and wipes the blood off the spot above his forehead, cursing with a wince.

"Not yet. I need you home now, so I'm sending you a ride. I have something to show you."

In all the years Hitter has been protecting Jamie, he never thought he'd take a beating by her, but here we are.

"Okay. But first I need to clean up and find the people who were following her."

After sitting there for a minute, in somewhat shock, Hitter then stands and dusts himself off, looking around for a minute before making his way back to the hotel. The scent of blood clouds his mask but all he can think about right now and making it to her room.

Once he crosses the threshold, he wips off the mask and goes into the bathroom, giving his face a good rinse and thanking luck she didn't break his nose. Although, she did shift it a little.

Whatever. Going back out into her bedroom, he looks around for anything her can use as a mask and spots a satin scarf. He ties it behind his head and catches her scent in full force.

Expensive perfume, natural sweetness but not in the least overpowering. Well then.

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