"The who does it belong to?" came a voice from the back of the room.

She pulled out the gun from the belt of her dress and spun it on her finger, almost proud of the attention she drew to herself. This is what happened everyday. It almost worried her how surprised everyone was.

"Someone the boss wanted gone - just like everyone else," she deadpanned, shoving the gun back into it's holster.

Whispers filled the room. Most saying, "I thought we were off assignment today."

Nasayza moved to the front of the room with a mischievous look in her eye. Probably noticing her expression, she faked disappointment.

"Agent White. Why wear a white dress just to cover it in blood?" She teased.

"Oh yeah," White scoffed, "Agent White not wearing white?"

By now the attention was off of her. Music blasting and flashing lights brought the room to life.

Life, something all of them had taken away from someone at some point. That was the one thing they had in common. They were all killers.

"Nice dress. I see we all stuck to the color of our name, like always. Black suits you."

"How many this time?" Agent Black asked, ignoring the complement.

"Three. So 379 plus three is," she paused, hating her self for seeming stupid, "nor sure. Maybe 382?"

Nasyza laughed, "well I have a party to get back to. See you around."

Agent White made her way through the crowd, looking for her best friend - Agent Blue. Agent Blue, or Kayley, became Blue two years ago. Purple was the most recent recruit, joining the what we like to call the "Rainbow Rank" nine months ago.

"Blue!" White exclaimed, making her way to her friend.

They half-hugged, "nice job making a scene."

They broke apart. White but a hand on her hip and flipped her hair with he other hand.

"You know me. Always the star of the show," she acknowledged a drink in Blue's hand, "drinking without me?"

"Hey, I still got two left."

She pressed the glass to her lips and tilted her head back, finishing the last of it. As if it was their sign, they both headed to the bar, ordering glasses of champagne.

To mark the amount of drinks they had, they both pressed their thumbs on a small screen. It showed who they were and how many drinks they could have after this one. The bartender checked it and let them go.

It was to make sure they didn't have too much to drink. They couldn't afford to be drunk and do something stupid or be sick the next day.

"So, were off assignment today. Why'd you have a job?"

"Don't know," she paused to take a sip of her drink, "this one was ''important'."

Blue giggled, "Teachers Pet."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't know why he picked me over Black."

"Beats me."

They stared at the people dancing. Agent White's eyes locked on Agent Red. He was jumping up and down to a song, messing around with Green. His brown hair bouncing along with him.

Blue followed her gaze and her expression grew, "I know. Oran looks so hot right now."

"Green?! No I," she gasped dramatically, "Livie you like Oran?!"

Blue blushed furiously, her cheeks turning the color of Red's tux in less than a second. She quickly looked away from the boys and back at White.

Olivia struggled for words, "no! You know we won't ever be able to get married. What's the point in liking someone."

White just nodded in agreement, giving another glance at Red before washing away the idea. Living was right, they were tied to this job and wouldn't ever have a different life.

So what was the point in day dreaming?