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((why don't we start with integra waking up or something))

Alex awoke as new sun streamed in from his slightly opened window shades. His head throbbed and he knew today would suck. He rolled over and opened one eye. On his desk he could see the pill bottle, its white soft shape called to him but he could not manage to get up the energy to rise from his bed. He moaned and rolled over again. His thin body flopped to the carpeted floor and he sat up. The room spun and he tried not to pass out. "I- I got this." He said and crawled for the desk. His hand reached the bottle and he sighed. "good." He muttered and popped two more orange ovals into his mouth. After a half hour of lying on the floor he started to feel better. “Ok." He said and got dressed quickly.

"Someone knows who we are!" She hopped off the bed and dashed to the living room, grabbed the note and came back, showing it to Ella. "See?"

((Welcome back everyone!))

Integra shook her head. "Someone was pounding on the door, and when I got there, nobody was around," she sat next to Ella and hugged her knees. "Why? Did you get one too?"

"If he never checks his phone messages, I left a few," she told Ella. Alex was still in the back of her mind, he didn't seem to take the news too well. Integra sighed. "I'm also worried about Alex," she said to her friend. "Do you think he's going to be alright? He wouldn't tell, would he?"

Integra looked down. "Yeah, that's true. Do you think Jerry's checked his messages at all?" She asked her friend, pushing Alex to the back of her mind, attempting to forget about him for at least a few hours.

Jerry yawned, waking up ever so slightly. He was slouched over on a chair in his living room, the TV playing early morning news. He had fallen asleep to some old movie or another. He felt a bottle in his arms, though he remembered little of emptying it. His head pounded, and the sunlight wasn't doing him any good. The bottle slipped from his hand, and dropped to the floor, another pound through Jerry's head. "What a night."

He yawned, stretched, and rubbed his temples trying to remember why he had drank so much. There was always a reason, but sometimes he'd drink soon enough after the event to forget it. The messages. Someone knew about his operation. "Where are my other bottles," he whined. He stood up hunched over, and tilted to one side. "Not ganna be a good day." He went to the bathroom to turn on the shower, letting the water heat up. He then checked his messages one more time, hearing Integra's voice talking about the messages they had received on someone finding out about the assassinations.

"I'll worry about it later." He shook his head, shed his clothes, and stepped into the steam filled bathroom in the hopes the hot water would wash away his woes.

Once fully dressed he Walked downstairs and made himself breakfast. Coffee. He poured the dark liquid into a mug and gulped it down, then made his way outside. It was a nice day outside, but it was also a Friday. And Friday was his day to work. He skated lazily down the streets eventually stopping out behind the bar. He placed the key into the lock and turned. Once the door was open he had to run to the security device and put in his code to keep it from calling the authorities. He rested against the wall of the back room and flipped on the lights. He had quit a lot of work to do before people came in. he walker out into the main room and started to mop quickly. Once the floor was clean he took a rag to every surface, making them spotless.