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*The tune of [i]Eye of the tiger[/i] could be heard floating from a small apartment that housed the man known as cipher nine. Cas completes yet another round of his workout, even though it seems to be doing very little for him. With a sigh, he stands and grabs a towel, wiping almost non existent sweat from his face and bare chest. As he was heading toward the shower, he hears a beep from his phone. As he tosses his towel over his shoulder he walks to his phone and reads the email. He gives a nod and heads to his closet where a row of what he likes to call 'flesh suits' are housed, and picks out a lightly tanned skin and changes into it. Pulling on a collared black shirt, jeans, combat boots and gloves, he then heads out.*

*Cipher nine arrives quite quickly, a speed that he looks at as professionalism. After all, when one is reliable, one moves through business easier. He sits in a seat near the back in Amelie, something he always does when meeting with a client. After checking to make sure no one was focusing on him too much he proceeds in drawing a nine with a blue pen he has, then he places the napkin toward the edge of the table. He then settles back waiting, after he orders a coffee of course.*