Georgie woke up in a bed. An unusual start to his day, as he didn't happen to own a bed, or a house, for that matter. His head, which had been pressed deeply into a plush white pillow, lifted in order for him to properly take note of his surroundings. He was in a spacious studio apartment, with the main colour palette of blue and white. It seemed like a place where an art student, riding on their trust fund, would live. Large windows to the right of him revealed the upper side of the city in all its splendour. It was quite obviously morning, with streams of light pouring in to hit the dark hardwood floor of the apartment. Georgie sat up fully, attempting to piece together the events of the night previous. It had been a day off from work, leaving him extremely bored. He decided that he was going to have some fun, so he...<br/>Movement to his right sent him into defensive mode, spinning in the direction the movement was and clutching his fists in an attempt to extend the blades normally hidden in the spaces between his knuckles. This did not garner the response Georgie was hoping for, as he was not in his assassin gear. In fact, he wasn't even in his civvies; he was completely naked.<br/>The causer of the movement was a dark-haired girl with pretty blue eyes, lying on the bend, bending her elbow and placing her head in her hand to look at Georgie. "hey baby," she crooned, putting her hand down so that she could wiggle up beside him, "you were super fun last night."<br/>Georgie was disappointed. The rush of energy he had gotten couldn't be used now. Unless he... nah. She<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>given him a good time the night before, now that he remembered clearly. She was a girl who had been hanging in his usual haunt, a preppy coffee shop in the east side of town. He pulled a few of his most popular tricks and she had fallen right into his hands, inviting him over to her place. What was her name again? Georgie didn't have the slightest idea.<br/>"Great," Georgie said in an apathetic manner, rolling away from her and towards his pile of clothes that lay on the floor. He stepped on to the floor, pulling his jeans up neatly to cover his naked lower half. A white tee with a blue breast pocket went over his head, messing up his already disheveled hair even more. Being one to care about appearances, he ran his hands through it, pushing it back and then forward and up into the wavy casual style he was known for.<br/>"Babe, why are you ignoring me?" The girl was complaining, sliding to his side of the bed and grabbing his arm. He let out an annoyed sigh, seriously reconsidering his choice to let her live.<br/>"Sorry sweetheart, but this is a one-night stand." His curiously accented voice lacked interest in what he was saying, as if he had already moved on from the subject and was frustrated by the girl's lack of perception. He reached for his black hoodie, eyes glazing over in boredom as the girl let out a cry, talking about 'how nice he had been last night'. "Oh, 'baby'," he said, flipping his head up, "good girls don't give it on the first day. Nice apartment, by the way." He smiled brightly, displaying the positivity and friendliness he had had the previous night, before letting it slide off into an expressionless stare, hazel eyes analyzing her carefully, the way she held the white duvet up over herself as if it offered her protection, the way her eyes widened and lips parted ever so softly. How cute. He gave her a nonchalant wave before heading out the door, ignoring her protests and humming the William Tell Overture.<br/><br/>Georgie stepped out of the apartment complex, letting in a pleasant breath of fresh air. The girl, it seemed, had not followed him. Thank goodness, the hassle had been almost unbearable. Despite this, he was in a pleasant mood as he walked down the street, breathing in the crisp September air. Autumn had always been his favourite season for the colours and coldness, as well as the sound of dead leaves underfoot.<br/>Georgie's perception of where he was was weak, as he had been occupied during the taxi ride to the girl's apartment. He looked out on a pathway, mostly concrete with the occasional garden block situated here and there, filled with grass, small bushes, and a small maple tree each. He decided to follow the walkway, stuffing his already chilling hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Normally automated heating systems lined paths like these, but it appeared that this one had either not been updated, or perhaps the machine was malfunctioning.<br/>He walked for about twenty minutes at a methodical pace, Georgie's mind blank except for the occasional stray thought. The world was brought back into focus as he noted a familiar fountain. It consisted of five metal panels which water ran down to collect in the pool below, and rose back up to the top of the panels in an unseen way. Georgie saw no beauty in it, only viewing it as a cheap attempt at 'modern art', but at least it was a familiar landmark. His monotonous pace increased to be a little faster, more excited, but still controlled. He turned down three roads before entering an unadorned, plain-looking building. He navigated his way around useless people before reaching one of the lower levels, where his place of work resided. H.E.A.R.T. An assassination business that he held close to his heart. Georgie's lip twitched at the slightly lame but amusing thought. He didn't particularly care for the company much, except for the fact that it had given him a job.<br/>Georgie kept his gear at the office mostly, in a special equipment room. The room would have been spacious if not for the mass amount of gear that covered every possible table surface. Despite this, everything seemed curiously organized, with neat white labels or signs. His gear was in a locker on the east wall, number 67. He had considered it as a code name for a while, but decided that Smiles fit him better. He grabs his gear and began putting it on. The procedure for putting on his special gear and alternate prosthetics was somewhat complex. At first he had needed the assistance of two people to put the creation on, but could now do it himself easily enough. The part he enjoyed the least was putting on his helmet; it augmented with his brain, causing him pain as these extremely thin connection wires went through his temples.<br/>He wasn't even sure that he had a job today, but he knew that the special suit would be useful anyways, especially if he wanted a proper breakfast.<br/>Georgie exited the supply room, the world now incredibly clear and beautiful thanks to his helmet. He checked several functions of the device to make sure it was still in tip-top shape, zooming in on a discarded orange peel on the floor, saying "I'm a pretty lady" in Preprogrammed Woman Voice 01. All functions seemed to be working smoothly. His camouflage also seemed to be working as his suit changed to match the colour of the wall behind him. As he did this, he noted three people exiting the briefing room. After a quick debate on whether or not to reveal himself, Georgie decided to press himself into the wall, watching each person pass with a keen eye. Two women, and a rather tall man, all prepared for an assassination. Three people for a single assassination? Looked interesting, an alleviation for his ever prevalent boredom, as well as good practice for his sneaking abilities. He was very patient person when it came to tracking, wasting no movements and sitting for as long as he needed to properly take out a target.<br/>With that, Georgie slunk after the party of three, ears buzzing in excitement. He remembered the code names of these three people, miraculously. Ghost, Wasp, and Shark. Georgie was surprised; he rarely ever took the time to remember peoples' names unless it was required, or if the person was interesting.<br/><br/>The trail was difficult to follow, but Georgie managed to keep a hold of their trail, following them to an old, derelict warehouse. He looked out on the docks in the horizon, the smell of salty air soothing him and reminding him of home. He turned, realizing that he shouldn't lose his targets, and ran after them quickly.<br/>In the brief moments that Georgie had been distracted, the three assassins had already dispatched of several guards.<span style="font-style: italic">This isn't a normal operation,</span>he mused,<span style="font-style: italic">it seems more like... a rescue mission?</span>. His ears buzzed as he connected to the network of their communication devices.<br/>"....be I need to start drinking." A man's voice filtered in loud and clear. Georgie grinned, deciding that an abrupt revealing of his location would bring the most amusement.<br/>"A drink? I wouldn't mind a whiskey myself," Georgie announced through the device in his vocal chords, alerting all of them to his presence. His tone was full of mirth, pleased that his tracking had been successful. He knew he was in close to them as he walked down a flight of stairs. The H.E.A.R.T. workers were standing in a hallway, evidently having just performed two successful kills, and the dispatchment of a security camera. His camouflage was turned off, revealing his sleek black outfit and cheekily grinning helmet. "Sorry to pop in unannounced, but Boss decided you could use just a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>extra help." The lie fell easily from his lips, his heart rate not showing any trace of falsehood. He was well practiced in the art of deception. After all, he wore the smile.