Look I know I said I wouldn't write any more stories but this idea came to me last night during school after someone asked me how much you'd have to pay me before would I murdered my friend.

Ben Rhodes' (aged 25) POV:

Right, so I looked up at the slightly mean sneer of my date oppositely. I smiled partially as I wandered how long it takes for a waiter to get a check.

And just as I turned to see what was taking so long, that I didn't notice our slightly younger, near black haired waiter standing at the side of the table with her hazel brown.

After she put down the check, my date, who was actually nicer than I was giving her credit for, leaned over our small table and whispered in my ear, "How about I pay the check and we go back to your place"

"Well I'm afraid that can't happen," I said making her incredibly shocked," Don't you know I have to pay". I threw some money down, picked up the check and strutted towards door confidently.

I turned round and saw the waiter quickly wink at me. I chuckled quietly before opening the door and stepping out into the LA air.

My Apartment:

I hadn't been in the apartment for 10 seconds before my date pushed me up against the wall and we started to whisper seductively in my ear "Go sit on your bed and I'll come in when I'm… ready". And being such a nice guy I did as she asked.

She finally walked in full clothing with her hands behind her and I looked at her confused "Um, what are you doing?"

"Oh I think your confused" she said jovially before pointing a silenced Pistol, "I'm actually here to kill, but heh at least it's not personnel"

"Oh god, no please no" I begged beginning to cry

"Yes" she said definitely. And she pulled the trigger

There was a quiet click, and then another and another, and at this point I couldn't keep the act up anymore, beginning to laugh hysterically.

"You know it's gonna be hard to shoot me without this" I laughed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pin a and dropping it on my hard-wood floor "It's the firing pin in case you can't guess". She couldn't move a muscle she was in so much shock

"Oh… what was the other thing oh yes" I said slightly confused before quickly pulling out my P220 Super Match and shot her directly in the head. I sighed loudly "Time to go home". As I tucked my pistol back down the back of my trousers, I noticed something missing. I started to pat down my trousers, when realized what it was. My wallet, then I thought back to that winking Waiter. Then I took out the check and on the back it said 'you want your money back, come meet me in alley by the restaurant '. Wow, she is really good.

Amelia's (aged 24) POV:

"Holy shit, this guy is loaded," I muttered

"Yes, I am infact loaded" The mysterious guy called as he walked down the alley towards me, with his piercing blue, eyes and messy hair so blonde it's nearly brown that went to the top his neck.

"So, your driving license says your name is 'Tony Charles', but that pistol stuck down the back of your trousers says that isn't true" I said looking smugly, hoping he won't just shoot me on instinct.

He chuckle and reaches behind himself and pulls his gun out. He looks up and I must have gotten really pale, because he smiled when he looked up and pointed it at me.

"So tell me why I shouldn't just shoot you"

"Because you haven't and if you were going to you would have done it the moment you arrived," I said matter-of-factly.

His face went neutral and he stepped forward but I didn't back away, so he was about 8 feet away from me and he flipped his pistol and put it on a nearby metal drum.

"So who are you really then" I asked interested

"Right firstly, I'm impressed with both your subtlety, skill and that you didn't turn and run when I took the partially loaded gun out. Secondly I think we need to get to know each other better before I tell you my name"

"Ok fair enough" I reasoned, "Wait partially loaded?"

"Well let's just say I made quite a lot of money today"

"Wait so you're a…"

"A contract killer… yes although I prefer Assassin… or Hitman, Hitman's good" he said looking at me inquisitively," you know your taking this pretty well… for a waiter"

"Yeah because I'm a waiter, you know we've met before." I laughed

"Really funny, I usually remember it when I meet beautiful women" he said smiling sincerally. Right now the only thing I was hoping was that in the dark he couldn't see me blush.

"Yeah well we met in Germany about a year ago, as I remember it you were on a job and I was being paid to liberate a couple of painting from the vault of a KfW bank." I explained

"Well that make sense you were wearing a ski mask but now that you mention it I should have recognized those beautiful eyes."

"Look I'd love to just stand around talking but you know it's kinda cold, so how about we go to your apartment" he asked

"Why don't we go to yourapartment" I retorted guardedly

"Well A, I thought you'd prefer you own place, and B my place kinda has a body in it" he said sarcastically as he retrieves his gun and puts it back down the back of his trousers. I know I shouldn't but I couldn't help chuckling.

"Ok, but only if you tell me why you really want to talk to me because you haven't asked for your wallet back?" I negotiated, as we walked over to his obvious hire car.

"Well isn't it obvious, I want to offer you a job" he said with a light chuckle as he opened the door for me," And my names Ben Rhodes".

"Just Amelia" I returned as I slipped into the car.

Percy's (aged 26) POV:

The Next Day

I was standing outside a low to medium rent apartment building, when a street cop came up to me.

"You the FBI guy right"

"Yeah, it was the sunglasses and black SUV wasn't it?" I joked as I gave him my badge.

"Your partner's upstairs" as he looked up un-amused and gave me my badge back. I strolled into the building and up the elevator, before walking over to the apartment surrounded by cops. I found my good friend, Jason bent down over the corpse of well-dressed woman with a bullet hole right in the middle of her head.

"Right, so what do we think is it our guy?" I said causing Jason to stand up and turn to me.

"Well it was efficient, there were literally no witnesses, no one heard anything except the shot and oh, he left a note, so probably," Jason said sarcastically.

"Really a note where" I said excitedly, he'd never left a note before.

Jason was looking at me skeptically.

"Oh come on, your joking about a dead woman" I said slightly disappointed. I wanted that note.

"We checked her out" he explained.

"Sure you did" I laughed.

"She was an assassin, chances are our guy was hired by the family of one of her Victims" Jason explained.

"Huh, any leads on our guy's identity" I asked not expecting much; we never got a name or a photo.

"Actually yes" Jason answered with a smile

"Wait really, and you didn't lead with this" I exclaimed

"God sorry Perce, anyway it's the front desk it has a secret camera" he said looking slightly hurt

"Don't worry about it, come on" I said as I walked out the apartment.

5 minutes later

"What do you mean the picture on the camera doesn't work," I asked pissed off

"Look Mr. suit, what I mean is that there is no image only audio" he answered back

"Fine give us the recording then" I said exasperated

"Yeah, alright" he answered, reaching under the table.

FBI Headquarters, Washington

FBI Associate Deputy Director's Office

"So let me get this straight, after 3 months of literally no evidence then suddenly he makes a mistake" questioned Associate Deputy Director Chiron

"Yeah, people make mistakes" I argued

"Your being over confidant" commented Chiron

"Come on, we're on the brink on catching him!" I exclaimed

"Yes, so I'm bringing in a expert, someone to help us catch him," he explained calmly.

"Really who" I demanded kinda pissed he just randomly did that.

"Me" said a new voice from the doorway in a thick Texan accent. I turned to see a kinda built, young, 6'2 man with a black beard and mid-length curled hair. He was wearing a dark-ish cream 3 piece suit.

"Hiyah there Mr. Jackson I've heard a lot about you, I'm agent Elliot Fable with the NSA" he said.

"Yeah, yeah whatever I'm going" I said as I left.

As I left I couldn't help but feel that something as off about that guy, but my musing was interrupted by Jason.

"Hey Percy, you got a special girl somewhere your not telling me about" Jason asked chuckling as I walked out of the office.

"No, why?" I asked kind of confused.

"Well, your phone has been going off like crazy". So we walked to our desks as Jason's was opposite mine and I picked up my phone.

(Percy, Mr Henrys)

"Hello this is SA Jackson"

"Ah Mr Jackson I'm here in the Lobby waiting like I was asked"

"Sorry but I have no idea what's going on"

"I'm here for the meeting with the Associate Deputy Director and you"

"Well, what about Agent Elliot Fable"

"Um… Elliot Fable was shot point blank with a 45 caliber to the head 3 days ago, That's what our meeting was about today"

I looked up suddenly realizing what had happened dropped the phone instantly and began sprinting while pulling my Glock model 23 before kicking open Chiron's office door.

Chiron's POV:

Meanwhile

"So he seems nice," Elliot said

"Percy's just… a little tense, he's been after this guy for a while" I answered

"So what do you actually know about this guy" He said as he began to sweat.

"Basically the fact that he is a guy is about it, are you okay? You look a bit off" I said

"Me, nah, I'm fine" he said as he took off his jacket and put it on a chair to his right, revealing 2 obviously custom-made .45 caliber handguns in a duel sided tan leather shoulder holster, all of which is much too expensive for a NSA agent. Then he began to undo his cuffs and roll up his sleeves.

So I began to scan everything he owned including the jacket on the chair to his right, and it's label seamed to say Armani. Which was again much too expensive.

"So what's it like to be the Associate Deputy Director of the FBI" he asked casually as he paced in front of my desk.

"It's alright I suppose" I answer as I slowly inch my way towards the handle of my lower desk drawer, where I keep my gun.

"I really advise against that, and um, hands on the table" he said in an English accent as I looked up to see Elliot pointing one of his guns at my head.

"Ah, so you're the assassin, so was there ever really an Elliot Fable?" I asked as I put my hands on the table.

"Yes, but he's dead now" he said matter-of-factly. Elliot kept pointing the gun at me with one hand and pulled off a thick layer of skin from his face. Only it wasn't actually real skin, it was there to make him look about 15 years older than he actually was.

"So why haven't you shot me yet" I asked.

"Because this is a hostage situation, not an assassination" he said smiling, "Oh, and stand up now please".

And so I did and he walked behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck and pointed his gun at the door.

About 3 seconds later Percy came rushing through the door.

"Percy!" The Mysterious Assassins shouted way too excitedly.

"Let him go" Percy said slowly, with what seemed to be intense anger.

"Well Hello, my real Name is Mr. Rhodes and we are all going to have a nice and civil conversation" Rhodes said as more FBI agent flowed in, all eventually crowding my desk pointing guns at Rhodes.

"Yeah, and we can do that when you let him go" Percy negotiated.

"Yeah, how about I shoot myself for you as well" Rhodes said sarcastically.

"Well if you offering" Percy joked.

"Really, Percy you're making a joke… right now" I said. Percy sighed and straightened up slightly.

"What are you doing you? You don't have a chance to escape" Percy asked. Rhodes looked at Percy, when Jason took a step forward. And quicker than I thought possible Rhodes moved the gun and shot the floor exactly where Jason's foot would have been and moved his gun back to Percy while never once breaking eye contact with Percy.

"Don't do that, hell don't even think about doing something as stupid as that" Rhodes said in Jason's general direction.

"What are you waiting for," I asked, before an audible click was heard and the lights in the cubicle area outside my office went off.

In my peripheral vision, I saw him smirk as he whispered in my ear "That"

Then another click was heard and my office lights went out leaving us in complete pitch-blackness.

I felt the pressure on my neck alleviate.

This was followed by several screams, a few shots, and a loud smashing noise.

Eventually the back up generator kicked in and the lights turned back on, and the scene was carnage.

Everyone except Percy and Jason were knocked out on the floor and they had confused looks on their faces, but the room was even worse there were bullet holes in the roof and floor, broken chairs and one of the agents was thrown through one of the glass windows that separated my office from the main office space with the cubicles.

And worst of all Mr. Rhodes was gone; hell he must have picked up his jacket on the way out because that was gone too.

"Wait, what was the point of all that?" Jason asked

"I don't know I mean all he did was… oh god" I screamed and quickly logged into the network.

"What?" Percy questioned.

"No, really that is just adding insult to injury"

"What" Percy said even louder.

"The hostage situation was just a distraction to lessen security around the server room, and someone broke in, hacked us, wiped our servers and replaced it with 15 terabytes of… well lets just say it involved things usually only seen on the animal channel " I said as I turned the monitor to show the feed from two cameras one outside the server room which seemed to be current, which is normally guarded by five people but three had come to help with the hostage thing and were currently lying unconscious on my office floor, with two unconscious agents.

And the other camera which showed a female looking person plugging a pen drive into one of the many server towers then quickly leaving, however according to the clock in the bottom corner of the camera display this happened a couple seconds after Percy came into my office to find me as a hostage.

"So… someone broke in, stole the info and replaced it with animal porn" Jason elaborated to a kind of confused looking Percy.

"Well to put it bluntly, yes" I said.

Amelia's POV:

"Oh. My. God. That is the single most fun I have had in about a year" I screamed as we careened down the motorway in a Ferrari Laferrari (Which I had been informed he had gotten completely 'legally').

"Hell yeah" Ben shouted, "Fast cars and robbing the FBI, what could possibly be better?"

"Well I could think of a few things" I said smirking flirtaously.

He chuckled turned and whispered "I'm sure you can, but dinner first because hostage taking makes me peckish".

"Sure, why not?" I agreed, who knows this could be fun.

"But first clothes" he said as he pulled over. I looked at him confused.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" asked innocently.

"Literally nothing, but where we're going they don't let people wearing balaclavas and black turtlenecks." He said as I walked to the front of the car to see him looking in the boot while taking off his shoulder holster.

I don't know why but a part of me was disappointed when the boot wasn't full of random assault equipment. But all he had was clothing (Men's and Women's), an ice cooler and a Hunting Bowie Machete.

"You keep women's clothes and a machete in your car boot" I asked.

"You don't?" he questioned as he passed me a knee length dress before taking off his dark cream waistcoat.

"What are you doing?" I questioned

"Getting changed… like you should be" he answered

"What's wrong with that suit?" I asked.

"Nothing but some random agent bled on me while I was hitting him so I threw him through a window" I said nonchalantly as he took off his crystal white button-up shirt which with closer viewing had numerous small red blobs on the arms. I took off my black turtleneck (which I bought especially for missions like this) and almost instantly Ben turned around, I couldn't help but chuckle at how weird it is for a man who kills people for a living to have such good manners.

But I stopped chuckling when he took off his shirt; his back was well toned but I didn't notice that because his back was also littered this scars from where he'd been shot, stabbed or cut.

I must have gasped because he turned around looking panicked, which to be fair didn't really help as his chest looked even more tone but was also covered in scars. Including a huge cut right across his right pectoral and it went through a tattoo which said Z504.

I now knew he had been through pain and all I could think about now was making sure it never happened again. Wait what the hell am I on about, how am I supposed to protect him he's a professional.

By the time I shook off those thoughts he had turned around again and was finished putting on a new shirt and had put his jacket back on. So I quickly I pulled off my pants and put my dress on before getting back into the car. A second or two later Ben came back to the car got in, closed the door and looked me in the eyes.

"Shall we?" he said gesturing towards the road.

I smiled at him and stated "Yes, we shall".