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Rose walked though the hall, her dark brown eyes occasionally looked into the cells. She stopped in front of Dashkov's cell and, making sure there were no guards, picked a key off her belt with Dashkov cell number on it and slid it into the slot.

Dashkov's green eyes watched her warily. Eyes so much like – No, Rose couldn't think about that. His black hair had streaks of grey in it and he looked small and fragile, like a gust of wind could knock him over and break him into a million pieces.

"Who are you?" He croaked.

Rose didn't answer; instead she slid the door open and walked inside. Dashkov watched her, unable to see her face in the dark of the room. Rose watched as he fidgeted. Reaching into the back of her belt, she yanked the length of the steel wire out and held it in her hands. Dashkov went to yell but Rose lunged forward and covered his mouth with her hand. His green eyes were filled with terror as he watched her, and she slipped her free hand, holding the wire, around his neck. He struggled, so she pushed his head into the wall. He blinked, and looked around, disoriented.

"You be quiet now," Rose whispered. "It'll be over quick."

She yanked on the wire, and Dashkov's eyes bulged. The steel wire dug into his neck, and Rose pulled hard enough that it was drawing blood. Her hand still covered his mouth, but he was still making noise as he thrashed around. His pale hands reached up and tried to push Rose away. He was too weak. His struggles slowly became weaker, until he stopped. Rose leant back and took the wire with her. She tucked it back into her belt and stood from where she lay on Dashkov. She reached down and grabbed his head. She moved quickly, and heard the snap. Dashkov's head fell back onto the steel seat with a thud, his neck lying awkwardly.

"Take no chances." She muttered, repeating what Abe had drilled into her since she was a little girl.

She moved out of the cell and relocked it. From how dark it was in the cell and the way his body was laying, he could be asleep. She walked back the way she came, her footsteps light, and made her way back to the STAFF ONLY room. She ducked her head as she walked, hoping to just be a random person blending in with the rest of them. She looked up as she neared the door and saw Dimitri Belikov, resting against a cubicle sipping what looked like hot chocolate. As though he could sense her eyes on him, he looked up – straight into her eyes. Rose stifled a gasp. His eyes were dark and bottomless, the type you could get lost in. Rose kept walking, feeling relief that the way she had to go was on the other side of the room. Walking around cubicles, Rose saw, out of the corner of her eye, Dimitri watching her. Rose walked into the STAFF ONLY room and locked the door behind her. She took deep breaths, calming her racing heart. She quickly changed and inspected the uniform she was wearing. Satisfied that there was no evidence, she walked back out the building, keeping her face away from cameras the whole way.

~The Job~

"Hey man," Eddie said, jerking Dimitri out of fantasies of dark brown eyes, "do you think we should check on Victor?"

Dimitri glanced at Eddie, watching the lights play off his sandy blonde hair. "Why?"

"He was making a big racket for a while and now he hasn't made a single sound for the last ten maybe fifteen minutes."

"The guard would have told us if something was wrong." Dimitri said.

"That's the thing," Eddie motioned Dimitri over to where he was sitting. "See this?" Dimitri looked at Eddie's screen. "The timetables were changed. No one would have been to Victor's cell in over fifteen minutes."

Dimitri studied the timetable. "I'll go ask Alberta."

Dimitri walked to the other side of the room near Alberta's office. He knocked on the door.

"Come in." she called.

Dimitri walked in to find her on the phone. She gestured to one of the seats in front of her desk. Dimitri sat and waited for her to be done on the phone.

"You have no right." She said, anger lacing her voice. "What did you do?" She asked. "Dammit!" She smacked the phone down. "What?" she asked Dimitri.

"Did you change the schedules?" he asked completely unfazed by Alberta's anger.

"No, why would I?"

"They've been changed so that no one is guarding Dashkov." Dimitri said.

"How long?" she demanded.

"About fifteen minutes unprotected."

"Go!" she shouted standing up. "Get there now!"

She picked up the phone again while Dimitri raced to Dashkov's cell.

"Mr. Dashkov?" He asked looking at the sleeping prisoner. "Mr. Dashkov?" He asked a little louder. Dimitri sighed and made his way into the cell. He shook Victor's shoulder. Victor's head rolled forward. Dimitri knelt down and cursed. The blood ran around the wound in Dashkov's throat, creating a small puddle that had soaked up by his clothes.

"Eddie!" Eddie came racing down the hall. "Call the coroner."

"Shouldn't I call an ambulance?" Eddie asked, staring wide eyed at Dashkov's body.

Dimitri shook his head. "He's dead. His necks broken."

Eddie shut his eyes and ran back to make the call. Dimitri cursed again and went to tell Alberta what he had found.

Alberta sighed and shook her sandy grey-laced haired head. "I should have known he would do this." She muttered.

"Who?" Dimitri asked.

"It doesn't matter." She held up her hands then dropped them. "We have no proof."

"It's obvious he was murdered. What do we tell his daughter?"

"Let me handle that." She sighed again, and suddenly she seemed to look a lot older. "Did you notice anything?"

Dimitri shook his head. "It looked like he was sleeping. Whoever did this did it quick and quiet. They're a professional, especially getting past security and getting out undetected."

"Okay," she sighed, "I can handle this." She shooed Dimitri out of her office. "I think I know who did it."