Matthew walked through the city streets. It was a dark and raining even, and most of town was inside, asleep or watching TV. There were few people outside, but it s not like it matter to Matthew. No one ever noticed him, and for his job, that was a good thing.

Matthew walked briskly along the streets until he came to his destination. It was a small house, belonging to a two double spies. They were his targets. Staying out of sight of any cameras and people, he snuck into the building with ease.

Once inside, he killed the first Frenchman with ease. The man was happy to see him, and was going to hug him when he felt the knife slice into him and he dropped down, dead. His other target wouldn t be so easy, he knew.

Matthew walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting. His target walked in. Matt? What are you doing here? He asked. Hey, Alfred. Matthew replied, almost sadly. Alfred looked at his brother with worry. What s wrong, bro? He asked.

Alfred, I ve been hired, Matthew said shakily. To kill you and Francis.

Alfred stood there for a minute. Then he said, You have to beat me in a fight, first. Suddenly, before Matthew had a chance to react to that, he was tackled. It wasn t serious at all though. There was sad laughter and then sobs from both men. Matthew s order were from the government, he couldn t defy them. And Alfred knew this day would happen, but he hadn t expected it at the hands of his brother.

At the end of the fighting, Alfred said sadly, You win, Mat, go ahead and off me. Matthew froze. He wasn t sure what to do. His mind was racing. What could he do? He wanted to make death painless for his brother. He thought for a while before reaching for his knife. He stabbed Alfred one good time in his heart, then his head. THere was no other way. A few tears slipped out as he stabbed his brother. His best friend. THe only person to ever notice him and care about him. He d get revenge, eventually. Cold blooded revenge.