Back in the organisation base Henry and Max are drinking coffee as if they aren't currently the most wanted by the police. The TV near them is on and of course the latest news is that a 'terrorist organisation' has assassinated another politician in the same party and how they escaped from the police. Max can tell that Henry feels guilty because he turns of the TV and looks at Max disappointedly. Max tried to lift Henry's spirits by suggesting that they go to a strip club which is essentially code for do you want to see Lucy his complicated girlfriend.

'Yeah' Henry put his coffee in the bin even though it wasn't finished yet, 'I could do with a proper drink'

'I agree' Max concurs, 'this is liquid shit'

At the strip club, Max lights up another cigarette and Henry looks around for Lucy. While he is looking for Lucy another stripper walks towards Max and wraps herself around his body.

'Hey you' the stripper whispered seductively into Max's ear. 'You want a dance?'

Max sighs but agrees, 'how much?'

'£40 to start with and then £10 every 5 minutes' the stripper says losing the seductive tone in her voice.

'Here's £100, I don't have change but just give me what £50 would be worth' Max compromised.

'That's kind of you' the stripper purrs into Max's ear, 'you're not married are you?'

'No, no just generous' Max winked at the stripper.

'I like the generous ones' the stripper replies and starts to dance sexually around Max.

Lucy had walked over to Henry and they greeted as if they have never met before because it's safer for both of them.

'You want a dance, handsome?' Lucy asked Henry.

'Yeah' Henry winked at her, 'I'll give you £1,000 to stay with me the whole night' Max wasn't surprised that Henry was giving away that much considering we were paid £5,000 for our mission today.

The stripper with her legs around Max's neck was watching Lucy and Henry, 'you're not as generous at him'

Max laughed and took that as a challenge, 'I'd give you that much but it's in my car'

'I was only joking' the stripper laughed easily manoeuvring out of her position. 'I couldn't take that much off you'

'Okay' Max accepted, 'I have to go now'

'What about the rest of the dance?' the stripper asked.

'It was really nice but I think I'm going to go' Max reached for the rest of the money in his pocket which was about £100 more and gave it to the stripper then left. On his way home, he was walking he felt a tap on his shoulder and he cocked his head to find it was the stripper from the club.

'You can't just give a woman this much money and leave' the stripper accused Max, 'it's rude you know'

'Well I don't want to be rude' Max took the stripper's coat and wrapped it around her, 'I'll walk you home then?'

'Okay' the stripper agreed.

On the walk to the stripper's house; she told Max about her life and her family but avoided talking about her job. When they were nearly there she suddenly felt emotional and when Max asked her what was wrong she mentioned what was prying on her mind.

'It's just what I do, don't get me wrong I like my job but it's impossible to be in a relationship so I dance for all these men and make them happy but no one ever tries to make me happy' she blubbered, 'you're a good man Max'

'How do you know my name?' Max asks ignoring her compliment because he believed he wasn't a good man. She just believed he was a good man because he gave her money and listened to her but that's only because Max has enough money and he likes to hear about other people it interests him.

'I heard your friend say it' she said showing chagrin on her features. 'I'm Sarah by the way'

'Hmm' Max replied.

'This is also my house… well my apartment. I share it with the stripper that your friend was generous to' Sarah continued.

'You live with Lucy?' Max asked rhetorically.

'Yeah, you know her?' she asked but then answered her own question, 'well you know her boyfriend so I guess you know her. See that's what I mean by complicated relationships because of work'

'Exactly' Max agreed knowing that Henry's work was more the reason than Lucy's.

Sarah embraced Max and whispered, 'thank you Max' into his ear but when she pulled away from his she leaned forward again to kiss him.

Max and Sarah's lips crushed together and moulded together for a while but then Max pulled away from her keeping his hands around her waist.

'I can't… I'm sorry' Max then turned towards the road and slowly walked across it and continued walking down the road not looking back until he had reached the end of the road and by that time Sarah had gone inside.

Max neared his house but carried on walking past his house and decided to see if his favourite café was open even though it was just past midnight. He reached the shop and not to his surprise it was closed; Max sighed and angrily walked back to his house. Clouded with frustration he bumped into a woman, he turned around and was breathless when he saw her she was beautiful. 'I'm sorry' Max apologised but caught a glimpse of the polystyrene cup in her hand with a Starbucks logo and the name Grace on the neck of the cup, 'where did you get your coffee?'

Grace raised one eyebrow and answered, 'The Starbucks down the road…' She had an American accent and was looking at Max sipping from her cup, 'it's a cappuccino but Starbucks sell coffee too'

Max smiled awkwardly, 'Sure, er thanks' then he turned around and walked towards the Starbucks.

Sipping his coffee Max started to reminisce on his day; he had killed a man in the morning, got a dance and kiss from a stripper and bumped into a girl that brought him to Starbucks. What a strange day, Max thought to himself while walking out of the Starbucks. On his walk home he lit up a cigarette and contemplated whether he would regret having coffee before planning on going to sleep.

When Max was at home in bed he did regret having the coffee as it fuelled his bloodstream and held his eyes open but he didn't regret meeting the girl with the Starbucks cup. Max thought about whether he regretted meeting Sarah and couldn't stay awake long enough to reach an answer.

Max woke up with a message on his phone telling him to kill a Samuel H. Liner who he had never heard of before and the location was a road meaning it was a hit and run attack with a rating of 'dangerous'. Routinely Max searched Samuel and found a newspaper article about him it turns out that he was an assassin and informed the police that there was an upcoming attack on the president. Max understood why he would be on the organisation's hit list; Max called henry and told him about it but Henry didn't know him either. Max texted his driver to bring the car without a number plate because hit and runs are dangerous but with Max's driver he wasn't worried.