Alice glanced over those words once more before taking another puff. Tonya… Tonya… it couldn’t be, could it? Shaking her head she continued to read.

Social security number, license plates, address, phone number… partner: Dana Fairbanks.

"You’re fucking kidding me."

"Yes Charlie?"

"Xavier I don’t know if I can do this… assignment," Alice whispered hurriedly over the phone. "I know her partner."

"And?"

"And I think that may complicate things," Alice replied, rubbing her head in frustration.

"I can’t see how. You’ve known many of your previous… ‘contacts.’" Xavier reminded Alice calmly. "This one shouldn’t be any different. Unless of course you’re actually getting emotionally attached?"

"I’m not," Alice replied quietly, trying to convince herself more than Xavier. "Why would I be getting attached to her? It’s not like I know her well…"

"Good. Because you know you can’t get emotionally attached. Not now," Xavier warned her. "It’s of utmost importance that you finish this assignment and then disappear. Her partner doesn’t need to factor into this equation unless you make it so Charlie, and you know you don’t want that to happen."

Alice lit up yet another cigarette as her mind wandered over what she should do. She should have thought this through a little more. Calling Xavier wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to do.

Now he’ll be keeping tabs on Dana.

"Jesus why do I even care about that girl," Alice muttered to herself as she lent out her living room window. No one was around. Then again it was almost two.

Two am. Her new favourite time.

And as if on queue, there was a loud knock on her front door. Alice turned towards it with suspicion. Dana normally didn’t knock so loudly. Slowly moving from her window, Alice grabbed a knife from the kitchen bench before moving towards the door, waiting for some identification of the person on the other side.

"It’s me Alice!" Dana hissed from behind the door. "Let me in… now."

"What the hell is going on?" Alice asked as she opened the door, allowing the brunette to walk quickly in. She scanned the hotel room and walked over to the window, glancing out before turning back to Alice. "Dana what’s wrong?"

"I know you’re not a writer Alice," Dana said suddenly, causing alarm to briefly sweep over Alice’s features.

"What?" Alice asked defensively. "What the hell? Of course I’m a writer. Check the New Yorker."

"I don’t need to," Dana replied confidently, before briskly walking into Alice’s bedroom. She grabbed a bag from the corner of the room and chucked it to Alice. "Clothes, guns, Id, money… anything you desperately need. Don’t leave anything that can be traced back to you. And hurry."

"What the Hell???" Alice shouted to the brunette. She was starting to get on Alice’s nerves. "What the fuck is this Dana? Some kind of joke?"

"We’re assignments. Your little friend Xavier has targeted us Alice," Dana replied curtly, causing Alice to look at her in disbelief. "Or should I say Charlie?"