<div style="text-align: justify;">“Okay, let me see… We have six… I think about eighteen more…”. The young woman pushed her curly hair away from her face and squinted her eyes. “Ugh, it’s so hot in here”, she muttered, standing up to go open a window. Once the window was open, Victoria stood by it for a while. Her gaze swept the night sky, and she sighed. It seemed like a peaceful night. Of course, there weren’t many like this. Feeling a chill down her spine, Victoria closed the window and went for the fan.<br/><br/>“Preparing bullets”, she commented curtly in passing her friend and partner. A quick peek at whatever was on TV and she kept on moving. Victoria really didn’t know why she had partnered up with Salvador of all people. They were… as different as two people could be. They didn’t even have that “opposites attract” excuse, as they were often bickering and fighting about the dumbest things.<br/><br/>And yet, when it came time to get work done, they worked together like clockwork. And Victoria had to admit that there was some affection there. They fought and bickered, but if one of them happened to get hurt, the other would be right there to make sure the other would be back on their feet as soon as possible. <br/><br/>Sitting back on her chair and tying her hair on a ponytail, Victoria resumed her work. While her hands worked almost on autopilot, her mind recalled the last time Salvador had gotten injured during one of their missions. Victoria could remember the cold hand grasping her heart as she thought she would lose her partner. That one time had been really bad. And she could imagine that he would probably feel the same in the occasions - rarer, because he was the muscle, after all - when she happened to get seriously hurt during a hunt. <br/><br/>Shaking her head and focusing on her work, Victoria kept on working. It helped her focus, and tire herself out, as she had been battling insomnia for the past few nights. Once everything was done, she left the new bullets in place and counted them just to occupy her hands. With a sigh, she lit up a cigarette and went out of her small work space into the sitting room. Standing by the window, she peeked at her partner.<br/><br/>“What’s on TV, Salvy?”, she asked, knowing that he hated being called that way. Despite the playful banter, it was clear that she was tired and somewhat stressed, but Victoria would never admit that she wasn’t in her best shape. Not to Salvador, not to anyone else.</div>