A sigh erupted once again, she had been doing it every so often. Allie typed furiously at her laptop next to her co-worker Sophia, the two often worker in tandem, and after what had just gone down today, they would be working a lot. The Texas times was a small business, despite being in the hub of everything news worthy, they were pretty understaffed and everyone had to chip in big time. Allie never really minded, she was always busy, which meant she was always paid, but this, this may have been a bit much. Her angry and shaky mutterings strung along together with the before mentioned sighs let everyone know how she felt. She was right pissed. Today was supposed to be a slow day, nothing to heated was supposed to happen, she was supposed to work on whatever bit she had to work on, then go on home and cue up some shows, but nooooooooooooo, people just had to blow shit up even more than usual today. She slammed on the keyboard, making a mess of incoherent words on her screen. "Woah, calm down there sparky, someone might actually want to read that." Sophia jeered to her friend, Allie just stuck her tongue out dismissively, she didn't care about getting this done anymore, she wanted out, and her shift was "almost over", I.E, she was going to be out of here and no one would stop her. She saved the messy document and slapped the laptop closed. "This birds gonna fly" she remarked as she rushed her stuff into her bag. Her friend trying to convince her to stay uselessly bounced away from Allies ears, she nudged her way out of the cramped little building (while avoiding eye contact with superiors) and made her way out the door. "Chiao!" she expressed to one as she began the short hurry home. She stuck to the back-ways, the lockdown could be potentially annoying. 

Vick sat on his long black leather cough, watching the news of the big event. His face had a dark grin painted on it, he didn't really seem to disturbed about what was happening. "A shame I suppose..." her said sarcastically, his butler giving him a nervous glance. He turned the TV off and chuckled. What was he going to do today? Just like any other day of the week, his schedule was wide open, and he didn't really plan on making his day "productive." More-so he wanted to make it "interesting" and what better way than strolling about after the government has just been targeted by extremists? He snapped twice, the sign for his butler to follow, and headed for the door. His butler struggling to keep up with the quick pace, sweating from both anxiety, and from physical movement. Through decent effort he reached the door first, opening it for his young master. Vick nodded to him and stepped outside of his suite. They had quite a few floors to go down, and that was just more time for his poor old butler to fret. Today was going to be special, Vick could feel it. His white teeth now noticeable in the form of a slimy smile, as the elevator doors closed before him.