A small apartment somewhere, 7:00 a.m.<br/><br/>An alarm went off in the bedroom, and the sound of something falling to the floor sounded right after it. A soft groan sounded just as whatever it was reached the floor. The groan was followed by a mumble "shit, not again".<br/>Inside a small room with a large bed taking most of its space, a young woman sat on the bed, dark wavy hair falling on her face. "Fuck. Seven already. Damn", she murmured, before getting out of bed.<br/>The woman who walked to the living room was in her early to mid twenties. Dark hair fell in a mess almost to her waistline, and blue eyes seemed sleepy and tired as she prepared breakfast. As she filled her cup of coffee, her phone rang and she let out a sigh.<br/>Taking her time to put some sugar and taste the coffee, she finally answered. "Butterfly here". The woman yawned tiredly.<br/>"Yeah, I can take a job. You know how I work. I don't care how much they can pay, if I don't agree with the job, the answer is no." She made a long pause, listening to the explanations. Then, took a short sigh. "All right. Give me the target's name. If it's true, I'm in."<br/>The young woman took a few quick notes and sat in front of her laptop. Turning it on, she engaged in an apparently irrelevant research. Just old news about a minor case where nobody had even gotten arrested. Pretty simple and innocent.<br/>After reading a few accounts, however, the woman made a phone call.<br/>"All right. I'll do it."