Once opened, she helped John take out the boxes and set them cleanly on the other side. She took her box and set it beside John's. The large difference of gold coins had made her chuckle, as she has only around two small pockets of gold that was shared with her guns and ammunition refills, while her father had one full separate box filled with gold coins. She had to confess, however, that some of the coins in her pile, John gave to her. Although technically, she didn't directly kill those men, he still gave her the credit. She never understood fully, why everyone was so scared of him before. Taking a good look at the coins, she could see why. Jade knew all the stories, even how watered down they were from different and several people; Talking about her dad. 'He was the man that you sent to kill the boogeyman, killed three guys with a single pencil, a man of focus, commitment and sheer-fucking will.' She heard it first from Winston than Marcus, then soon after almost every hitman who she talked to who praised her father. She heard some things about herself as well. 'Being the boogeyman's daughter, she's as badass as him.' But somehow she didn't believe it. She never thought she'd be as good as her dad. Her dad was a legend, and she was his shadow; nothing more. That is how she saw it every time. Maybe she was too young at the time to get the context. It could make sense now, considering she's not a kid anymore. And her skills have definitely improved since she was sixteen.

"Jade, can you hand me those over there?" He asked, pointing at the boxes with the guns, ammunition refills for the guns and the gold coins. "Yeah," Jade says, breaking out of her thoughts. She carried them to the desk he was residing at and also brought her own along too.

"So we're gonna do this again? Side by side? Father and daughter?" She asked with a small smirk painted on her face. He looked at her and gave back a small smile and nod. A smile grew a little wider, as Jade missed this. She missed their bonding times and when he stored all of this away, she thought she was the only one missing this kind of life. Her mom had told her the same, thinking that 'domestic life' had some type of effect on John. Her mom always told her the many similarities between her and her father.

"Well, this is going to be my first major mission." She said and took the black outfits from the other box and headed upstairs to change into them. Jade remembered all of the missions, well small missions she did when he was being trained by her father. 'Only small missions' he told her. Claiming that when she reached twenty-three, he would give her the right to do missions alone, or bigger and important missions with him. As they both knew, however, that time had never come and she had to retire at the same time her dad did. Although she does remember a time where she helped Marcus on a manhunt all over San Francisco when John was on his 'impossible task' and persuaded her not to go with him. During the duration of his task, Marcus took her in for his mission and she earned a few gold coins from it. Jade was glad that her last mission was with Marcus; for he seemed to like her uncle. Always there for her when her dad was needed on the field.

As she headed back upstairs to her bedroom, she changed into the old outfit she stored away so long ago. She remembered she picked this out when she was twenty-one, and it was a little over her size. It might fit her now she thought; looking at how much she's grown since. It was a black long jumpsuit, that reached her ankles perfectly and sleeveless. It had scrunched up in the waist with a small gold detail around it. Lastly, she added the black tight blazer that reached her hips and had a nice collar. She topped the outfit with ankle short black boots topped with a short chunky heel. She moved her hair behind her ear as she tied off the last shoelace as her foot laid in the tip of the bed.

As for finishing touches, she did her hair and makeup and straightened her collar. She got rid of any wrinkles in her blazer and felt a warm feeling in her stomach. She felt like she was looking back to the past through her mirror. Dressing like her sixteen-year-old self all over again. Who knew she would be feeling this way. Its been almost five years and Jade felt like she's just continuing what she started so long ago. She smiled at the small thought; the thought was too surreal. She started heading back downstairs, pulling her sleeve up her arm as she was adding the black watch on her wrist. She looked over at the tattoo that displayed on her right wrist. The words 'Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat' in small black ink. It was the exact saying her father had tattooed on his back. She remembered him telling her about it, and it oddly stuck to her for so long. "Fortune Favours the Brave." He says. Then, on her left wrist tattooed in black ink, she had her own meaning to match his. 'Animos Illuminet Cor Tuum' or "Courage Enlightens the Heart." She would say to herself. Pairing it with the one her Dad has as well.

"Woah!" Jade gasped, as John caught her before she fell down onto the wooden stairs. "Thanks, dad." She said as she looked up at him. "You okay?" He asked, helping her back up. Jade took a nervous inhale. "Yeah, just um, distracted." She said and held her watch into her hand. All he did was give her a nod and walked upstairs. She shook her head as she continued her walk back to the basement for her weapons.

Taking all her coins, she put them in her small coin purse, strapped her belt full of ammunition refills for her guns, and the guns themselves; she placed them nicely on the belt and in her blazer pockets. The weight definitely seemed familiar, but something she had to get used to again. She couldn't quite recall the time she felt the weight of the guns pull her down so often, but she thought she'd have to get used to it again.

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The evening had finally set into the sky and Jade had gotten ready. Packed to go to New York and made sure she had packed all her essentials for the trip. Counting everything. "Magazine reloads, switchblades, coin purse," she continued to count. Lastly, she pointed at her wrist. Empty. "Watch." She muttered to herself and looked in her backs and pockets, but no sign of it anywhere. Jade looked over her room some more, and even where she almost fell, but no sign of it everywhere. "Dad? Do you know where my-" she said out in the hallway, only for John to tap her shoulder lightly. She turned around to see him holding her watch in front off her with a small smirk on his face. She took it from his fingers and smiled. Of course, he'd find her things before she ever does herself. "Thanks." She said finally strapping it to her wrist. The leather looking quite worn out and crinkled at this point. But, the glass was still pretty crystal clear, displaying the time perfectly. "Is this set to the right time?" She asked him. "Yeah, I set the time for you already." "Thanks, Dad. You're looking quite dapper. Never thought I'd see you in this again." She said chuckling. It's like he never changed from five years ago. "Thanks, sweetie. You too." He said with a smirk and poked her collar. She let out a small giggle as the memory surface her brain.

Although John loved the so-called 'Domestic Life' some part of him did ultimately miss this. It wasn't just the missions or feeling the thrill when bullets started to fly around the room, no. It was mostly the bonding he had with his daughter, Jade. After they retired, he felt a little distant from her. It felt like nothing could replace the thrill she had when they were assassinating bad guys (so to speak) together. He knew everything seemed like such a low expectation for her after growing up with the expectation of satisfaction of adrenaline and violence. But now they were back, he was somewhat glad that they were doing it together. More bonding time. Father and daughter, side by side once more. Maybe he did accept the fact he was back after so long. But, there was still more to be done; good or bad.

Out of nowhere, the loud sounds of glass breaking and footsteps filled the home. The pair were already on their guard and they had pulled out they guns immediately. He gestured her to take post close to the staircase as he forwarded towards it. She followed shortly after, covering him.

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