"I'm off to work, honey."

Vick informed, doing his tie in front of the mirror. He worked for IRIS, whose enemy is the NSS, where you're working at.. he didn't know that, though, neither did you know about his job. It's all awfully political, and big money was involved. It's all so secretive.

He brushed his hand through his hair briefly, his sharp and cold eyes meeting yours.

"I might come home a bit later tonight, eat dinner without me."

Vick informed coldly, as always, nothing personal. He moved away and went to the hallway to get his coat and leave the apartment for countless assassinations and whatnot.