NOTE: Writing as Victoria in first person. Just trying out a new style, tell my what you think? c:

Wilmington, New Jersey
01:03

After wondering the streets for a while we came across a quiet B&B. Inside, it was warm and homely, there was a fire crackling in the lobby with a few sofa's and a bar, further in was a small buffet which was closed. At reception we booked to stay for the night - 3 rooms which cost us $200.
Everyone was shattered, so we decided to call it a night and made our way to our rooms.

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Wilmington, New Jersey
09:20

I woke up as the first rays of sunshine managed to break through the blinds. My head was rested on Ivan's chest, who was still fast asleep. I ran my fingertips lightly over the bullet wounds on his chest, my brows slanting sadly as I remembered getting handed the file of my next target 30 years ago.

"Bunny?" Ivan asked softly, running a gentle hand down my sides.

"I think we should get up. We don't want to miss breakfast," I said, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Mmm, as much as I want to lie here with you, you have a point." Ivan replied, lifting a hand to caress my cheek.

"I'm off for a shower," I told him as I stripped into my underwear, Ivan highly amused.

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Wilmington, New Jersey
09:45

"Morning guys!" Sarah greeted me and Ivan as we walked into the food area. It had about 10 tables, which only 2 of where getting used.

"Morning," I replied softly with a grin as I eagerly made my way to the buffet.

"So, where are we going to now?" Marvin asked Sarah and Frank as he chewed on a mouthful of bacon.

"Not sure. We'll discuss it when Victoria and Ivan get here. For now let's just eat," Frank said, sipping his coffee unheartedly.

10:03

"Where are we going to now?" Marvin asked once again.

"Can we go on trip somewhere!?" Sarah asked enthusiastically.

"I have a friend who has a penthouse apartment in New York, rich guy, he is in Russia for a few months so the flat is empty for us," Ivan suggested as he dabbed his lips with a napkin.

"Frank, can we go!?" Sarah asked with pleading eyes.

"Uh..." Frank pondered, giving me an iffy look before hastily saying "Yes."

"Yay!" Sarah chirped, kissing Frank's cheek.

"I guess we should be going to the airport then," Marvin mumbled.

"No, not again. Never. I'm calling my helicopter pilot to come pick us up," Ivan said sternly, getting his phone out and dialing his pilot. I lost him after that because he began talking Russian.

"Well, New York here we come," Marvin grumbled.

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END OF PART 9