Checks (Background story, can skip)

Checks was there in his office, lounging as always. He had always been comfortable anywhere. If you had been once a street rat then you would find anywhere else comfortable. He had his feet up his desk which was thoroughly organized.

The pile in the center of the table was already labeled and had been assigned to their respectful assassins. He had always liked getting the job done early in the day so he would be able to make better use of his nightime.

Today, he had finished his work earlier than he expected. It seemed like people wanted a lot of others dead before the leaves drop to the ground. There was an astounding amount of money that those papers on his desk hold.

He was looking out the city that he had been on just for a few weeks. He was not that very picky on where he would station. As he always said, "Everywhere but the streets is good." Give him a desk and a chair and he would start working.