Vincent scowled as he read the messages on his phone. This whole situation was undesirable and though Vincent was sure he had been in worse spots, he couldn't seem to remember them now. He was out of bed by 4:30 as he had been expecting the message. Vincent had made sure to dismiss his guards the night before, allow them some time with their families. He pulled out an old looking but mint condition briefcase and begun to pack. It was 5:04. A buttoned shirt, nice slacks, underwear, change of socks, shampoo, body wash, toothbrush and toothpaste. Vincent paused in his packing and looked over at his nightstand, a switch blade he had brought from the states sitting there with a reassuring look. A dangerous look. The young man considered taking the blade. Lord only knows what would happen if they found it on him but it could be something that saved his life, if the type of work they were doing was as sketchy as he suspected.

5:10 am. Vincent grabbed the knife and tucked it into his sock, making sure his pant leg covered it without any protrusion or disturbance. Not exactly comfortable, but Vincent felt better already with it there. He scanned his room for anything else he might need. Vincent sighed and slammed his briefcase shut, taking out his phone and checking the address of the location as he left his dorms.

[i]"By 5:30AM, arrive at Liverpool Street station. Failure to be punctual will be met with consequences. Bring one spare change of clothes only, sanitary essentials, and the other bare necessities such as prescribed medication. Do not disappoint us."[/i]

Vincent scowled again as he put his phone away. He [b]hated[/b] being told what to do. 5:15 am. Vincent hopped in a cab and paid the driver extra saying only "Drive as fast as possible to Liverpool Street Station." The cab driver took the money and nodded, roaring towards their destination. But even with the cabbie doing 15 over the speed limit, they arrived with only two minutes to spare. Vincent paid him a tip and leaped out of the car, power walking to the station. 5:29 am. He slowed his walk to a more casual gait as he rounded the corner, seemingly unconcerned with his summons. It wouldn't do for The Employer to know how anxious and angry he was about being put in this position. "Show no weakness." Vincent said to himself as he walked into the station and saw some others standing around.

[i]Other employees or merely innocent bystanders?[/i] Wondered Vincent, the station bell tolled and he checked his watch. 5:30 am, on the dot. It was a little closer than Vincent would care to admit but he made it on time. Now he scanned his surroundings for the mysterious Employer. It wouldn't surprise him one bit if the bastard chose to send someone in his stead. Coward.