Victoria turned her TV on and sat down on the couch. She would soon be going to her sister to pick up a few of her files. Her sister knew what she did for a living, but she trusted her for keeping it a secret. Her head rested on her arms as she watched the news. A lot of politics, some sort of festival and someone whoâ€™s missing, nothing new. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw red and blue flashes and she could hear sirens. Victoria looked up out of curiosity and saw them going towards the place where she thought the scream came from. She bit her lip and was thinking about taking a quick look. Just peeking, nothing special. Besides, she couldnâ€™t take a new job right now. So why wouldnâ€™t she look, right?<br/><br/>She got up and turned the TV off again. Then she made her way to her bedroom and opened the closet where she unlocked a locker. She took out a small silver suitcase and brought it to the living room where she laid it down and unlocked it. There was a Glock 32 in it with a few attachments. She took a silencer and screwed it on the barrel. Victoria looked up and shook her head amused by the sight of the great amount of weapons that were spread across the table.<br/><br/>After about 20 minutes she stood across the street from the large mansion from the family Fawkes. There were a lot of cops around so it was almost impossible for her to find out what had happened. Apparently Mr. Fawkes was found dead in his bed. Cause of dead, unknown but unnatural. That was the only information that she had gathered. Another group of detectives arrived at the mansion and looked around for a while for suspicious behavior. Victoria decided to go home, it was too risky to stay here. Besides, she was carrying a weapon and she didnâ€™t look like a very innocent young woman.<br/><br/><br/>As she made her way home she bit her lip. She was far too curious about what the cops might find out about the killer. That was usually a bad sign. When she got interested in something, she wanted to finish it. But as she already had received a few warnings from the police she couldnâ€™t risk another one. They had already threatened to take her apartment away or lock her up. Victoria rather not spend a few years imprisoned. It would be too boring in her opinion.<br/><br/>Once Victoria arrived at her apartment, she unlocked the door and decided that it would be best to get some rest. She saw that her phone was blinking and remembered that she wouldâ€™ve had to go to her sister. â€œShit..â€ She picked up the phone and listened to her sisterâ€™s voice mail. â€œHey, Victoria. Are you alright? I thought youâ€™d come tonight? Anyways, let me know when youâ€™re home, Iâ€™m worried.â€ There was a beep and then silence. Victoria tried to call her sister back, but she didnâ€™t pick up. She probably fell asleep, so she leaves a text message with a list of apologies and how bad she had felt for leaving her hanging. A sigh escaped Victoriaâ€™s lips as she got to her room. She took her clothing off, laid her Glock on her nightstand and just dropped herself on the bed. It didnâ€™t take long before she fell into a deep sleep.