Disclaimer: Neither Veronica Mars or Alias belongs to me.
Logan grinned as he entered his workplace. It was the perfect place for him to vent his aggression, against his father, against Veronica, against everyone that had hurt him. That hidden aggression was the reason the organisation he worked for had chosen to hire him.
Last year at college he had been approached by a blonde English man who had handed him a card for a 'different type of college'. He had been told that if he channelled his aggression into the work he'd be given he could become great.
He left almost straight away without a word to anyone; no one had known where he'd gone. His only thoughts had been to get away from where he was.
A shiver of regret ran up Logan's spine as he thought about that moment but he pushed it aside. In his line of work there was no room for repentance. Since he had started working here he had been pushing that emotion aside, all that mattered here was the moment.
It was an interesting way to life; he had to admit. No regret or guilt, just what was going on right now. Perhaps for someone like him it was the best way; there would be too much guilt, too much regret otherwise.
Of course there were times when he missed everyone, when he missed having friends instead of fellow workers, but he had learnt to cover those with aggression. That had been one of the first things they taught him, to cover any sign of weakness with aggression.
Originally even Logan had been disgusted at this idea but pretty soon he worked out that having no love and no friendship didn't dehumanise him, it made him stronger. There was only the physical hurt; there was no such thing as emotional pain.
He caught a brief smile from an attractive blonde woman and turned his head away briefly. She looked exactly like Veronica; he glanced back at her and saw Rachel, their newest recruit. She frowned briefly and straightened her black business suit.
Focus Logan, he told himself, you have to focus on the job at hand, and at this moment the job's in that office.
Running a hand through his hair and letting his face relax into its natural grin, though the glass doors in front of him. A man waited for him behind the desk, a black briefcase sat behind the man. Logan knew that it had his name on it.
The man nodded his arrival and gestured for him to go though another set of glass doors. With that he entered his boss' office.
His boss' huge cedar desk was the main feature of the room. Its legs were covered with intricate decorations of mythological creatures. The man behind it was dressed in a Amarni suit and was wearing $500 shoes.
"Good Morning Mr Echolls, I have your latest job waiting." He said, "An assaination."
Logan gulped down the guilt that always arose with that word, "Of course, Mr Sark. Where do I start?"
Author's note: FINALLY A NEW STORY! YAY! I would really appreciate reviews so I know what I am doing wrong/right. I am going to try and write a longer chapter next time.