"I told you to keep track of his location at all times. I don't think you fully appreciate the seriousness of our current situation, Conners."

He hadn't heard from his man on the inside in three weeks and Senator Kramer was nervous. No-he was panicking. What he was trying to accomplish was going to be the single most important and drastic move of his political career, and it had to go off without a hitch. He couldn't be implemented in any way because if he was, the 54 year old Pennsylvania Senator would lose everything.

The senator could hear Connors sigh on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry sir, we have no idea where he is- I've been trying to track him mentally, but I can't seem to keep a lock on him." It took all of the Senator's control not to rip the the phone from its cord in frustration. "That's not good enough! You're a Mutant aren't you? Use whatever abilities you have and find the idiot before he gets us all thrown in prison!"

"You know Senator, I've always found name-calling a bit childish." Startled, Senator Kramer whipped his head around to the direction of the voice.

"...which is why I try to do it as often as possible, but really boss? 'Idiot'? I'm hurt." Kramer could practically hear the grin on the other man's face.

"Connors, I'm going to have to call you back." he said through gritted teeth before slamming the phone down.

"Dammit Wilson! Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to check in two weeks ago!"

Leaning against the far wall of the Senator's office stood Wade Wilson. With his red sleeveless shirt tattered and worn, Katanas strapped to his back, holes in his cargo pants and smudges of dirt on his tanned arms, any normal person would think he had been through hell itself. But the smile on his face and excitement in his eyes looked more akin to a man who had just returned from a two week vacation, refreshed and exhilarated. Wade tapped his knuckles against the glass of the partially open window beside to him. "You should really keep this window locked. God only knows who could sneak in."

The Senator glared at him. "Don't get cute with me Wilson. Where have you been?"

Wade looked the senator over with a small smile, arms crossed over his broad chest. He pushed himself from the wall and strolled over to plop down in Kramer's chair, propping his feet up on the desk. "Quite a few places actually. Have you ever been to Amsterdam? Fascinating place with very nice people. You probably wouldn't like it."

"This isn't a game! Do you have any idea what would have happened if your cover was blown? Or god forbid you accidentally opened your big mouth..."

Wade rolled his eyes as the Senator continued to rant. "Don't you think Donahue is going to notice that you've completely dropped off the face of the earth?"

Wade Laughed. "I highly doubt Malcolm Donahue even knows I exist yet. But don't you worry, I've got Donahue Jr. thinking I'm on a business trip. Which technically isn't even a lie."

Kramer locked his eyes with Wade's. "We had a deal. You agreed to not take any other jobs while working this one."

Wade dropped his feet to the floor. "Well, in all fairness Chief, this little operation we have going on here is 5 month gig, and well, I can get a little restless."

The Senator ran a shaky hand through his grey hair. Wade Wilson was supposedly the best there was. So when he had asked Connors to find him someone capable of pulling off this operation, Connors was more than insistent that he knew of the perfect candidate. Wade's "resume" had been more than intimidating but it was exactly what he needed. Senator Kramer let out an exhausted sigh. "You really aren't worth what we're paying you. And get out of my chair."

Wade smiled and stood up from the chair, circling around the Senator's desk. "Do me a favor and say that again after I've killed Malcolm Donahue without a trace of evidence."

Kramer sat in his chair and placed his hands on his desk. "Have you made any new headway since we last talked?"

Wade grabbed a paper weight off of the desk and lightly tossed it around as he spoke. "Everything's according to plan. I'm Malcom's son's new best buddy and he's taking me on a tour of the company's main office in a week. I figure that'll be a good time to get the layout of the building and it's security."

"So we're on schedule then?" The Senator asked eagerly.

Wade dropped the paper weight onto the table, his interest in it lost. "Yes. Now chill out before you give yourself a stroke or something. You really shouldn't be getting so worked up at your age."

Kramer felt his patience with snap. "You better get control of that mouth of yours, son! Do not forget that I'm a United States Senator. I protect and uphold the laws of this country and you will address me with respect!"

Wade placed his hands on the desk leaning forward to meet the senator's glare. "And which law is it that says a member of the Senate can hire an assassin to murder Oil company CEO's?"

"Donahue and his disgusting corporation have manipulated the economical infrastructure for years. You don't think Malcolm Donahue has had people-even families- murdered to protect the interests of his company? He doesn't give a shit about what's best for our citizens. I'm doing what other's don't have the stomach to do, I'm doing what's best for my country!" Kramer said, his voice straining in his effort not to shout.

Wade's calm demeanor didn't change at all. "Whatever you say Uncle Sam. But my point is nobody in this room is in a position to get all judge-y."

Senator Kramer calmed himself before answering. "Don't group me in with you and your kind. I'm nothing like you."

Wade's smile returned. "Sure boss. Whatever you say."

Kramer began shuffling the paper's that were scattered on his desk, signaling he was done with the conversation. "I assume you can let yourself out. You going to use the door this time?"

Wade strolled back over to the open window. "I like to stick to what I know." He began to hoist himself through the window.

Kramer looked up from his papers "Oh and Wilson-"

Wade paused and glanced back at the Senator over his shoulder.

"Try and remember to check in with Connors."

Wade's only response was a grin.