Warning: This story has rough and tough language, adult situations, rough sexual content
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Eric POV

New Jersey

I held the cool glass in my hand, glancing down at my watch and back around the dim lit bar. My man was supposed to be here any minute now.

"Can I get you another drink honey," the older woman behind the bar asked me.
"No, thank you Melanie," I chugged the rest of my whiskey and set it down.

I glanced to the door as a younger man, probably in his thirties walked in, followed by three security guards.

That's my man.

I slowly stepped away from the bar and into the crowd, never losing sight of his face.

His name was Edward Johnson, wanted for conspiracy against the government of Russia.

I watched closely as he walked into the bathroom of the bar, his guards stayed outside of the room.

Perfect.

Casually, I walked towards the bathroom, nodding to one of the guards, he didn't bother to glance back at me.

As the door shut behind me I slowly walked towards Edward as he was washing his hands in the sink. I stood behind him and waited until he looked in the mirror.

"Can I help you," he asked me watching me in the reflection.

"Edward Johnson?"

"Yes," he stood a little straighter and I made my move. I covered his mouth with one hand and stabbed him in the neck twice with a slender blade with the other hand.

"You've been served." I said into his ear before his lifeless body fell to the floor.

I looked at myself in the mirror before causally walking back out of the bathroom, right past his security guards and out the doors of the bar.

Too easy.

I dialed a number into my phone, it rang twice before I spoke into it, "it is done."

I hung up and walked to my black '67 mustang. Climbed inside and let the engine roar to life before I sped off into the night.

...

Florida

Tris POV

"Hmm, Merrick Rodriguez," I muttered to myself looking at a file on my phone, "wanted for human trafficking."

I set down my phone and sipped at my vodka and cranberry drink. I watched the dark skinned man from the corner of my eye as he made his way towards me.

"Hello," he said sitting down across from me.

"Hello," I did my best to sound seductive towards him.

"I'm Merrick, I couldn't help but notice you have glanced my way the entire time you've been here."

He smiled at me sweetly. If this my wasn't my target I'd consider taking him home.

"You caught me," I said smiling back at him.

"Do you want to come with me," he asked with a growl in his voice.

That was fast.

"You don't even have a clue what my name is," I smirked at him.

"What is your name, love," he asks. Grabbing my hand that is resting on the table.

"Bella," I lied.

"Well, my Bella would you like to come with me?"

I smiled. Too easy.

"Of coarse."

I took his hand and followed him back to his hotel room. Poor sap doesn't know what's coming.

Once we were in the elevator away from prying eyes I turned to him and shoved him roughly into the steel wall. I looked over his face once more before I pressed my lips to his. He kissed back with passion, letting a low growl erupt from his chest.

I slipped my tongue across his, and pulled back, watching his face turn red.

"Mr. Rodriguez," I say smiling sweetly as he started to foam at his mouth, he looked at me with wide eyes as he sank to the floor, "you've been served."

The elevator doors opened revealing his empty hotel suite. I smiled at the mountain of cash waiting come on the counter in the kitchen, I opened my large purse and shoveled some of the money in before I headed back to the elevator.

"Excuse me," I said stepping over his dead body and pushed the ground floor button.

Once to the first floor, I walked out of the elevator and out to the street where I left my motorcycle by the curb. I deposited my bag onto the back of my bike and put my helmet on before swinging my leg over the beach of the bike and turning it on to speed away.

...

Chicago

"Both targets have been taken out," Tobias spoke to his father Marcus from the doorway into his large office.

"Very good," Marcus spoke slowly, taking a drink of his whiskey and staring into the fire burning in the fireplace, "I want you to bring them in, we will need their help in taking down the next target quietly."

"Who is the next target?"

Marcus turned from his potting at the fireplace to walk around the side of his desk, "bring them in first, and then we will talk. I want full cooperation from everyone, it won't be an easy task."

"Yes father," Tobias watched him take another drink from his whiskey before setting the glass down on his wooden desk behind him.

"You are excused, Tobias."

Hey guys!

Ok just in case you haven't figured out what's going on yet, Eric and Tris are assassins. As is Four/Tobias among a lot of the other characters from Divergent! Something a little different for you, since my mind is working in overdrive tonight!