“Logan, come on. Hurry up. We are going to be late.” A voice in the darkness hissed. Of course they wouldn’t be late, they still had 6 hours of nighttime, but she would rather get on with it and get it out of the way so that she could sleep. “Okay… won’t be late, but just still hurry up. The guy isn’t supposed to take longer to get ready than the girl.” The voice spoke up again, the wood of the support beam that held up the tent, creaking as the body moved from the doorway into the tent to make sure that the man she was talking to was even awake. The brown haired, green eyed girl, though it was hard to see in the dark, walked over to the bed that was at the far side of the tent and peered down to see if a figure was there. Dressed in all black, with a hood and mask to complete the ensemble she even had a few sheaths hanging at her side. She looked like she was about ready to go out on a raid, which was partially true. Except this girl was an assassin. Her job was to go out and kill high end targets that would then turn into cash for them from some higher power. “You had better not be asleep.” Markie Cane muttered, reaching down into the bed. “I’m tired. I did my set late tonight. I want to sleep.” By day the two of them were with a traveling circus. Markie was close with the Ringleader and was able to always get them close to their destination for their next target and this time she had been lucky enough to land them in the same town as they needed to be so they time to do this right. “Come on, you big lump.” Markie pushed the blankets around searching for her partner. Markie sighed softly and turned to look around. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and now she could see inside of his tent a bit better. He had his own which made getting him up on their assassin nights easier to do so. “Logan,” she whispered into the darkness to even see if he was around. The two had been together since they were young teenagers (who were now in their young 20s), having trained together so that way they could be the best pair of assassins that they could be. She knew him and he knew her and that always caused conflict. Such as right now, when Markie was trying to find him and he was nowhere to be found. Hopefully he wasn’t with one of the girls… she had been there and done that and it had not been pretty. “Please… do not be where I think you are.” She talked to herself as she turned to the bed one more time to see if he was curled up somewhere just out of her reach.