You are Mr. Stone I presume. If you are, then I give you my greetings. I called you hear today to offer you a job. The details I will not give unless you join us however. I am willing to pay you... oh.... 3 million for this little deed.
The man on the other side of the desk rose his brow and smiled darkly. Reaching out his hand and clasping it in the waiting one he seals the deal.
Good, glad to have you aboard, the sinister business man says. I need you to kill someone. His brows narrow as he studies the man's reaction. I do hope you are not having any second thoughts.. I would hate to kill you. No? Good. He pulls a folder off his desk and slides it to the man in front of him. Inside this folder are documents pertaining to your target. He is an assassin, I hired him to do a job a year back and lets just say things did not work out to my specifications. Now I need you to kill him, then perhaps do the job he neglected. That is all.. Oh.. yes.. and if he asks who hired you.. tell him it was his old friend Cyric.
The second man nodded and stood, walking to the door. After it shut, Cyric chuckled to himself. All goes according to plan, now lets see if this fool can do his job right. He idley plays with the plage on his desk. " Director Cyric G. Reaper "
The man hired to do the job makes his way down the stairs. A question running through his mind. Why would the Director of the Country's biggest company want to kill a lowly assassin for a botched job. He made his way through the door and hails a cab, soon on his way to the Narcsha Deasert where the assassin was last seen.
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Stretched out on his couch Jack was happy. He had the night off from his jobs and had no side orders waiting. He looks up to the rifle hanging up on the wall with fond memories. He had moved to the desert to set up his small base of operations. Being an assassin was hard work at times and it paid to have a place where people can find you. Of course it had to be a legal place of business, or he would be busted and hauled off to jail.
He sighed in resignation, unfortuantly no one seemed to know he was around at all or were finding better assassins than him. His ears perked up slightly, someone was outside. A customer... perhaps.. more likely someone that wanted to remove competition.