Hammond grabbed several lightbulbs from the storage closet and swiftly shut the door. Going next to one of the soft boxes, Hammond switched out several of the lightbulbs. All the while Hammond flipped a coin casually, never dropping it or missing a beat. When he was done, Hammond walked around the back, looking over some of the workers. He grabbed one of the acrobat's hand and analyzed it quickly, then let it go. "It'll be good for today's performance, but you'll need to see me before tonight," Hammond told her before moving on. He checked on several other people and gave them similar orders to renew their glamour sometime before tomorrow. He turned his head when he saw Vladimir pass by him, seeming worried over something. Hammond shrugged and continued walking around, he was usually worried over everything. [i]Wonder what that smell is,[/i] he thought as he went back into the main tent to continue his work on preparing the stage.

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Phillip stood over the sink with the water on, holding his silver dagger under the faucet. The blood spread off, dripping down into the sink. After a wipe with a towel the dagger was once again clean. The phone rang loudly in the other room, making Phillip glance over. He set the dagger down and walked over to pick it up. "Yes? Right we just finished a job. Yeah we're nearby. You sure? Alright, we'll look into it." Phillip hung up the phone and took out his wallet, flipping past several of his cards including his FBI and NCA IDs and grabbing his DCRI (French Central Directorate of Interior Intelligence) ID to place in the front. "Right, off to the circus we go," he muttered, closing his wallet then opening the closet to pull out his suit.