I finished setting out the last of L's sheets on the beds, ready for when the newbies arrived. I was dressed like all of the top-leveled assassins; black (vest) top, slim fitted black trousers and black leather combat boots. It wasn't a uniform, we were free to wear what we wanted. After a while, we all slipped into the habit, one way or another. We expressed individuality in other ways. Mine was a tattoo, a twisting pattern of vines and roses that sprawled over my left shoulder.
I checked the rooms again, more out of habit than anything else. Leaving one of us waiting resulted in one restless assassin. Usually a bad tempered one too.