(Daaaaaymmmmmm, Verona looks fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! Dat right there is thanks to Mens Warehouse, Calvin Klein, and Google!

But, yeah, that's Verona dressed to fit his newest role of 'YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BLOODY READ TO FIND OUT'! See ya on the flip side!)

Verona

I keep a steady jogging pace, humming to myself, before I come to a swift halt in realization. I still am wearing my torn apart uniform, which is covered in blood. I look around in sudden paranoia and swallow hard. "Oh shit..." I murmur, before seeing a store not too far down the road.

MEN'S WAREHOUSE

I tilt my head and blink. A Warehouse of Men? That sounds kind of Kinky. I move to look in the window, ignoring the people pushing and strolling past me. I blink in pleasant surprise as I find a bunch of mannequins with rather expensive looking suits. I look at my own clothes and a small smile creeps slowly over my face. Time to update my wardrobe.

 A cheerful little bell rings as the door opens, and immediately a younger male stops and looks over at me as I enter. "My dear sir, what happened to you?! You look like-"

"-Hell, I know. I was just jumped... I appear to be in need of a wardrobe change, as I'm hosting a party in three hours, and I need to look my best." I say smoothly, smiling a bit more.

The man blinks, seeming to be startled that I just read his mind, basically, and nods. "Well, then, you've come to the right place, Mr..."

"Night." I say gently, looking around, then pointing to a particular suit. "That one has my interest most."

"Ah yes, the Calvin Klein 'Amherst' Collection. You have fine taste, Mr. Night." The man, whose name tag says 'Nicholas' on it, says with a kind smile. "How about we get a suit fitted for you and then get you on your way?"

"That is why I am here, Nicholas." I say calmly, smiling back, before following him into the backroom. A few other people were there, giving small nods or smiles my direction while tailors worked to figure out their measurements. Once I was led to a slightly more private area, Nicholas looks me over.

"Hmm, just on a rough estimate by eye, you look to be a thirty-two thirty-four... size pants... Don't know the shirt or jacket.... But the pants is easy, you are a very slender individual..."

"Some go so far as to say that I am Elfish in nature." I say with a small, coy smile. Nicholas tilts his head, seeming to think about it, then nods.

"Yes, yes... I see it now... You are very Elfish... Like those from those Fantastical Accords within Lord of the Rings, not so the childish Christmas stories..." He states, and I laugh softly.

"Oh, how easy your job would be if I were more Christmas Elf..." I say and we both share a rather good laugh about that. "Whatever the case, let's get this done with, I have very little time for idle chatter."

"Yes, it is best we get things done, then! Antonio!" Nicholas calls, and a man pokes his head in. "Mr. Night needs an Amherst. Fast." He says and the Antonio male smiles.

"Well, I got the fastest hands in the business. Let's get started then!~" He says with a grin and I smile a bit more. Maybe this was a good idea.

---- Two Hours Later ---

"Look at yourself, Mr Night, you're all set!" Antonio chirps and I look into the mirror. My jaw drops a bit in surprise, my dark purple eyes taking myself in. Oh my god, look at me! I have to admit, I never thought I would look so good in something American-Made.

If any American's read this, let me remind you that I'm Russian. I mean no offense... Wow, look at that, my first Fourth Wall break!

I smirk at the thought, before looking at my hair. "Oh goddess, I need a haircut..." I admit, and Antonio smirks. "You do hair, too?"

"Yes, I do." He says with a grin, which was quite infectious. Within ten minutes, he had my hair cut, fashioned, and I looked utterly Killer. I smirk at myself in the mirror, before nodding to Antonio.

"Thank you, Antonio, I very much enjoyed this... Maybe I should come here more often for my suits. Much more pleasant experience here." I purr, and he softly laughs.

"No problem," he says "Now... How are you going to be paying for the suit?"

I smile a bit more and purr, looking him in the eyes. "You don't need my money. I paid for this a week ago." I say softly, my eyes locked with his, and my voice changes to that wonderfully hypnotic tone, and he blinks.

"Oh, yeah, sure... You paid a week ago..." He says softly, before blinking again and shaking his head. "I must be getting to my other customers. Have a pleasant day, Mr. Night." He says and walks out, looking quite perplexed. I softly chuckle to myself, before heading for the door. I check my watch and smirk. Perfect timing, just over an hour to get to the home address. My mind starts wandering a little as I push through the front door and head out onto the sidewalk, swiping some sunglasses right before leaving.

How would I go about meeting the woman? What should I do? I knew that I had to somehow cover my identity, in case of... emergency. I think a bit, then I see a motorcade. Three black Suburbans escorted by a bunch of Police Motorcycles. The American flag waving from the lead car, and the rear car, and I get an Idea.

Secret Service, like when I talked with that Manager who fired her... Fired my love.

I shake my head softly. She died somehow, a much more pleasant demise than I would have given her. God bless, right? I head down the street towards the Address, and I stop in front of the building. Oh, lords and ladies above, who would choose to live here? Garbage everywhere, rather mysteriously blood-like stains on the ground, and I believe that odd marking is the chalk outline that police use when scoping out how someone died in a shooting.

What a pleasant neighborhood!

Not.

I sigh inwardly, hoping to the goddess of Night that that outline on the ground wasn't her, and I check the wall by the door, under the sign that says 'Buzz for Entry'. Then I check the Address paper, then the sign, and I reach up, pushing a button, and a little buzz goes off. Then, a moment later.

"Hello? London Davis Speaking, may I help you?"

And my heart stops as a whole hell of a lot of things connect like a missing piece to a puzzle, and my voice sounds rather odd when it comes out.

"Y-yes, this is Special Agent Verona, I was told to... come to this address?... Your Apartment specifically..."

Found you.