â€œDamn it.â€ Eris muttered to herself, and proceeded to wipe the blood off her heel with a tissue. That was the problem with this job; one could never stay very clean for very long. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She still felt him pinning her against the seat, whispering a proposal into her ears that she could never dare refuse. â€œThatâ€¦ clownâ€¦â€ Why did she feel so eager to see him again? She shook her head, failing to push the thoughts away.<br/><br/>The Buick slowed to a halt in front of the apartment building. One of the men opened the door to the vehicle and Eris stepped out, looking around. The sound of breaking glass filled the air, causing Eris and the men to look up. The woman covered her head with her arms as shards pelted the ground. THAWCK! Her heart skipped a beat, the others looked at the body in horror. â€œTurn him overâ€ Two men complied immediately. â€œThe same device from beforeâ€¦â€ she muttered. â€œHe died before he hit the groundâ€¦â€  She remembered the assassin instantly. He did as he promised. Eris turned to one of the men and ordered â€œGet me the first plane back to Italy. Itâ€™s no longer safe for us he-â€œ<br/>WHUMP!<br/>Jasonâ€™s body appeared out of nowhere, which made Eris jump. She stared down at the blood spattered figure, heart racing and questions filling her head. â€œWhy did he jump?â€