To Jhin's happiness, he did finally get some well deserved rest. Boa escorted him to a what looked to be a bedroom, which he could sleep in. As he changed into his normal clothes, he thought it was a little odd to be placed in a spa, but as million possibilities ran through his head, he decided to just get some sleep. The bed was comfortable and warm, fluffy pillows supporting his head with a silk blanket. Jhin wasn't sure how long he slept, maybe a few hours at least. It was nice though, being treated like this for a simple job that went wrong, although Jhin couldn't help but doubt such kindness. He grew to learn to be careful, especially with his clients. They could fire him in a heartbeat, but this was much the opposite. Jhin didn't know what to think of the situation, but was happy to take advantage of it…

BANG BANG BANG

Jhin weakly opened his eyes, hearing obnoxiously loud knocks.

BANG BANG BANG

This time it was harder. "Certainly not a knock from Ethan or Boa, but someone…"

BANG BANG-

The door finally swung open, revealing what Jhin did not want to see."Of authority."

Valor squawked loudly, glaring the same glare as Quinn. Jhin sighed at the sight of Quinn and her bird, as they stared at him intently. His eyes glanced ever so slightly to his side table, where Whisper was sitting promptly. His traps and other weapons were in the drawer, also sitting neatly. As Quinn slowly walked toward him, Jhin knew he had one option. Springing from the bed, Jhin leaped at the table, grabbed Whisper, then spun around to match Quinn's crossbow. A rush of exhilaration shot through him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Put the gun down!" She barked, her young like features acting with more rage. Jhin didn't move though, still holding Whisper at point. He knew Quinn's arrow was faster than one of his magical bullets, although he did more damage. Suddenly a shadow popped behind Quinn, and Jhin saw his client, hands put together worriedly. He looked at Jhin then quickly turned his head, his face red with embarrassment and fear.

"Shoot me," she said."And you'll surely go to jail for attacking authority. I do hold that spot even as infiltrator." Before Jhin could reply, he suddenly realized he was trapped. There was no way of escaping, and Quinn was right. If he did shoot her he'd be in even more trouble. But right before he lowered his gun, a voice rang through the room.

"Would you both lower your weapons. Jhin, we need to talk." Jhin looked at the doorway and saw none other than Irelia, The Will of Blades standing right in front of him. He'd barely seen her in person outside of the League, and now she was suddenly here! They both lowered their weapons, Jhin did it mostly out of surprise. She stepped into the room, her black hair falling like to silk to her sides."You probably wonder why I am here," she said, keeping a somewhat safe distance between the two. Jhin looked over at Quinn who had the same shocked look as did, her jaw dropped in awe.

"Er, yes," Quinn stuttered, wanting to show some control over the situation. Jhin on the other hand stayed completely silent.

"I was just outside of Demacia on important business when I receive a message about Jhin from the capitol, telling me about a trial." Irelia shot a glare at Jhin, who took a step back at the seriousness in her eyes."And then once they told me the information from the spa owner of Jhin's whereabouts, I came as soon as possible."

"Yes," Quinn said again, seeming to escape her dreariness."But, you can't simply take him back Ionia. We have investigators exploring the possible crime scene. If it checks out then…"

"I understand the risks, thank you Quinn," she said, without a smile though."And how foolish you acted." It took Jhin a second to realize she was talking to him.

"If I can explain-"

"You will talk later. When we get back to the capital we will discuss it then."

For the next thirty minutes, Quinn and Irelia decided seating arrangements and the safest route back. Irelia gathered Jhin's gun and other supplies from the room and put in an evidence bag. It made Jhin somewhat happy to know his gun would be in the same area as him, and not in a flaming wreckage. They also apologized to Jhin's client and thanked him for his service. As they walked outside with Jhin handcuffed, he glared at the owner, who squealed in terror. He made a mental note to visit this place when he whenever he was bored to get his revenge. True it wasn't the first time a client ratted on him, but Jhin should've seen the red flags everywhere. Boa and Ethan smiled weakly at him, although he did not return the favor. He wasn't in the mood to smile.

The carriage ride was surprisingly short, as they took a path Jhin had not noticed before. It was bumpy and cut through the woods, but had a nice few. Jhin had know idea what the future held for him now. He could go prison again, or be chained up back in Ionia under severe lockdown. The only reason he wasn't in jail now was because Ionia used him as a weapon. Now that he had gotten into trouble, he had no clue what they would do to him.

They pulled up at the capitol once more, this time with different guards watching the entrance. It was still morning, people bustling around the town square getting what they needed for the rest of day. The performers he robbed last night were gone, leaving not a trace behind them. And once again, people started whispering and conspiring when he was escorted up to the building, up to the great white doors.

This time, instead of going to a cell, they brought him to a room, with a long table in the middle. Irelia and him sat down, Jhin having Quinn at his handcuffed side.

"So,"Irelia started."Did you murder someone two days ago?" Jhin noticed how straightforward she was being, as that was her well known trait. Whenever trouble came about, she took no time asking the important questions.

"Would you mind if we talked in private?" he asked, motioning toward Quinn.

"No way am I-" Quinn protested, until Irelia held up a hand.

"I'll be fine, wait outside please." It looked like Quinn was about to say something back, but shut her mouth at the last moment. As she scurried out, they were finally alone. Jhin leaned over on the table, placing his handcuffed hands in it.

"Look," he started in a hushed voice."I know what's happening and I know how much Ionia is in trouble here. Just please-"

"Did you murder someone Jhin?" she said in a more urgent tone.

"Oh please, you already know." She sighed, gritting her teeth.

"You know our arrangement with you Jhin, and that can easily end. I just don't know why you would risk your own safety like that. We give you people to kill, so why would you search!" She was yelling now.

"It's not just killing," he said."It's art. I hate being given my own work, where ideas are implemented into me. How can I show my performances when as soon as I kill your "enemies" you dispose of them! How I can lure them in false security, to make them think they're loved!?" Now he was shouting too, outraged by the situation at hand. Irelia sighed again, exhaling through her nose.

"It's either that Jhin, or you go to jail, or even get executed. You know we-," she swallowed hard,"let some things slide past when there isn't a problem. Your job is not getting caught when you-" she stopped again, pausing for even longer. Her face scrunched as if remembering a bad memory."perform." Jhin had never seen Irelia so distraught, trying to hide her insecurities. He smiled though, the thought that even someone as stoic as Irelia was unsettled by his masterpieces. Fear and disgust was what he lived for in his work, and it seems it paid off for him.

"But you can't just execute me. I've read my own records, I know how valuable I am to Ionia and its force. I just, tripped, that's all. Can't we make up one simple mistake?"

"No," she said sharply."We can't do that. A simple mistake can bring our whole agreement down. Those records were years ago; we've recruited many more since then. You're not such a viability anymore…" Jhin gulped at her words. Either she was trying to psyche him out, or was telling the truth. Ever since Ionia discovered his talent for killing they've used him secretly, and promised to protect him. He wasn't aloud to kill outside of the missions, but of course Jhin didn't follow that. And now he would be on his own again, or killed, if he couldn't find a way out of this.

They were both silent for a few minutes, staring at each other for some sort of reply. It became so quiet Jhin could hear the breathing of Quinn behind the door, trying to listen as best she could. They talked little after the silence, but the little negotiation the had was all Jhin needed.