Sloan slowly closed the door, careful not to wake Wesley, who was still dead to the world. He sat on the bed next to him and watched him sleep for a moment. There was no doubt in Sloan's mind that Wesley would be a valuable member of 'The Fraternity' for years to come. He was already one of their most skilled assassins and he had only been with them a month. Sloan realised that Wesley could only improve and that he had so much more to give.

He placed his hand on Wesley's shoulder and gently began to shake him. His eyes began to slowly open, "You've been sleeping for five hours" he chuckled, turning on the light. Wesley squinted his eyes shut tightly, blinded by the piercing light. "What time Is it?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "10pm". Wesley sat up immediately after hearing the time, he hadn't realised it was so late. "God, I was sleeping for ages" he agreed, "Hey, don't worry about it" Sloan began, "You needed your rest, you looked exhausted when you arrived back." Wesley cracked a smile as the memories of his achievements earlier that evening made themselves known to him. "I've got one more tonight if you're up for it" Sloan added. Wesley didn't need to think about it, "Defiantly" he replied, there was no need for questions, he just enjoyed the fact that he could make a difference and be good at something for the first time. Sloan passed a kill order to Wesley who immediately sprung to his feet. "I'll see you back here later then" , "O.k." Wesley replied and disappeared out of the room.

Fox waited outside Wesley's bedroom; she saw Sloan go in there and was waiting for Wesley to leave so she could speak to him. She couldn't stand to be around Wesley any more. He was driving her mental. His attitude had got her to the point where she didn't know how she could ever have loved him. She knew she couldn't tell Sloan that, but she had to tell him something. I just wasn't healthy for her and Wesley to be around each other with so much tension between them both. I saddened her to feel the way she did about Wesley. Despite the fact that she had ended their brief relationship, she really had enjoyed their time together and longed for it to continue but she had realised that her job would suffer if it did. She loved the way Wesley used to make her feel but now he had become so cold and the last place she wanted to be was around him. Something had to be done.

Despite everything, Wesley had left a mark on Fox that could never be erased. He had softened her considerably.

As Wesley exited his room, Fox stayed quiet, careful not to let him spot her. She waited for Sloan and then emerged. "Sloan, I need a word" she shouted, as Sloan walked down the hall. He turned around, greeting her with a warm and friendly expression. Sloan had always been fond of Fox. She was the last assassin that he had trained himself and he had known her for many years. Sloan had taken on the role of her father since the loss of her own father and they had become very fond of each other. "I just have some observations that I would like to share with you." "Fire away" she smiled, he had always valued Fox's opinion as he recognized her intelligence. "It's Wesley" she began. This drew Sloan's attention immediately as his intrigue to Fox's point grew. "I think we are mothering him too much. He needs to go 

to jobs on his own if he is ever going to be a top assassin. We can't keep sending me as his babysitter, and frankly I don't think he needs one." She took a deep breath and looked at Sloan, awaiting a reaction" He just nodded subtly, "Well, you would know more than anyone, you were there. I'll give him a trial run, see how he gets on. He is on a job now. I was going to ask you to go with him, but I'll leave him." Sloan replied. He smiled at Fox and continued to walk down the hall. Leaving a relieved Fox alone with her thoughts.

--

One thing that cropped up once again in Wesley's mind that began to bother him as he made his way out of the building was the man Sloan was holding captive. With the craziness of the past few days he had completely forgotten about the man. He realised now he could use the man to get the truth. Although Sloan had been unable to get anything from the man he felt it was still worth a shot. There was something about the way the man looked at him as he left the room that day that told him that he may have a chance at getting some answers.

Wesley decided to deal with his target later seeing as it was meant for tomorrow anyway. He made his way back to the other side of the site, to the building that the man was last held in. He could only hope that the man was still there.

As he approached the building he noticed that the lights were off. It seemed unlikely to Wesley that the man would still be in there but he had to check.

He made his way up the stairs and came to the door he recognized. He slowly began to open it, anticipation began to set in as he contemplated whether the man would be there, what it would mean if he wasn't and what was going to happen if he was. The door was no more than half open before Wesley could hear the desperate groans. By this he knew that the man was still there and was aware of his presence. There was no going back now.