-Kincaid Darkwood-

After Cleo left, Kincaid stood up and retrieved her knife from the wall. She reached behind her left thigh where the holster for the blade was secured. She undid the knot and took the sheathe off. She slipped the knife back in before falling on the bed. It normally took her hours or even days to fall asleep, but the assassin was out like a light in only a moment. She slept like a baby.

That is, until she heard the knock on her door. She groaned as loud as her lungs would allow, before finally getting out of bed. She grabbed the knife from its sheathe and took heavy steps to the door. She didn't know who to blame for this, but they'd get an earful. She undid the lock on the door and threw it open, letting it slam into the wall. She pressed her hand to it, glaring angrily at both Sam and Cleo. "I manage to fall asleep 2 times in one fucking day, and somehow, both times I've been woken up. You two better have a damn good reason for this!" Kincaid spat out angrily. She was gripping the knife so hard her knuckles had turned white, holding it up as if to threaten her two unwanted guests.