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Smoke smelled through the air. Silence sounded at the whole room. Blue cerulean eyes shined at the dimmed lighted room. He took a long lazy drag at his cigarette.
"Marco" A gruff low voice said. The blond raised his head, exhaling the smoke and making circles through the air. It seems that he's here.
The man, sat at the desk in front of the couch where the blond is sitting on. Marco lazily spread his legs, leaning forward to his new boss.
As a professional assassin, he knew more than to remark something wouldn't help or do anything such as remarking your boss is late. Even more if the said boss is a high positioned person in the government.
His listless eyes rolled over to the form in front of him, showing nothing but laziness in front of him.
The man threw the envelope to the blond, who caught it without missing a beat. Inside it was a thick pile of money and the picture of his target.
"Spy on him" The blond raised an eyebrow.
"Spy? You called an assassin. Not a spy. I kill the person instantly, I don't do that things, yoi"
The man gritted his teeth, "You better watch your tongue. Remember we can show your identity whenever we want to. You know what we can do, and I'm sure you don't want it to repeat"
The blond remain silent. He knew perfectly well what they meant by that. He could see the grin formed at the man's face when he remained silent.
"Then we're pretty much done here. The details are at the envelope, I'll have officer Smoker looking after you every week" With that the man left and the blond look at the envelope's contents.
Name: Portgas D Ace
Age: 17
Adress: Blk 1 Lot 7 Eastview street, foosha village. East blue.
Task: Spy on him and obtain as many information you'll get
"Easy enough..." He muttered, grabbing his grey blue leather jacket he rose and went to the place.
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