April 4th | 18:00

“I assure you Mr. Anderson I’ll gather the best men for this, you will not be disappointed.”

April 5th | 01:27

He shuffled in his bed as his phone vibrated loudly over his wooden tabletop. His yes glanced at
the digital alarm clock before answering the phone.

“Bretton Adams-” he couldn’t help but yawn with the last syllable.

“Hey, man.”

Brett groaned as he recognized the voice, throwing himself back into the bed, stretching one of
his arms over his head. “Do you know what time it is, Skyler?”

“Not really, my watch got wet. But that’s not really important, listen up, I have a job.”

The icy eyed man sat up on his bed again.

“I’m listening.”

April 7th | 14:10

Skyler walked around the warehouse, opening as many windows as he could to let out the dust.

“It’s perfect” he said to himself as he placing his hands over his hips.

“It’s a dump” Brett walked in through the front door, hands in his pockets. “It smells like dead
rat” He continued, scrunching his nose as the dirt rose up from his feet.

Skyler looked back towards him, turning his body around to walk over. “It just needs a little
loving.” The man smiled, his eyes roaming the other body, hands automatically slipping around the
man’s waist.

Brett watched him carefully, raising his eyebrows. “So how’s Courtney?”

“Should I care?” He whispered back, kissing Brett’s jaw.

“I figure you missed me then?”

And Skyler didn’t even let him finish, hands slowly moving down and grabbing a hold of the
leather belt.
April 8th | 11:40

“I don’t know about this, sounds... risky.” His blue eyes glimmered behind the thick glass of his
specs, sipping his wine as he eyed the two men sitting across the table from him.

“Oh c’mon Everett, you know how much cash they’re going to pay us? You’ll be set for life.” The
wavy haired brunette flashed a charming grin, the tip of his finger rounding the edge of his own wine
glass.

“He’s right Duke, perhaps it’s worth it.” Brett smiled reassuringly, his chin resting on his hand.

Duke sighed, contemplating the plunge.

“Alright, I’m in” he nodded “Who’s the target?”

Skyler and Brett eyed each other before one of them took the metal briefcase, throwing it over
the dinner table with a thump.

April 10th | 14:03

“Miss Gallagher”

“Mr. Dylans” she giggled as she skipped down the sidewalk, her ginger curls tucked behind her
ears. The woman placed a hand on Skylers chest and kissed his cheek before moving towards Brett to do
the same. She gave the third man a polite smile.

“This is our point man, Duke Everett.” Brett moved to the side to introduce him.

Duke returned her smile, holding out a hand. “It’s a pleasure Miss Gallagher.”

“Please, call me Kim.”

April 12th | 1:09

The two men were standing outside the airport, hands in pockets, feet shuffling impatiently
against the immaculate tiles.

“Sky, lose the face.”

“What face?”

“The: I hate this person face.”

“I don’t-“
Brett interrupted him to look forward. “Elijah”

“I assume this is important” the clean-cut man spoke as he walked over.

Skyler’s face dropped, holding in a grunt reminding himself there’s no better chemist.