Hitman
-Apprentice-
Chapter 1: A cure for the sadness-
The summer's night put a faint chill in the air that made Veronica Storms shiver, as she stumbled down the sidewalk. Tears obscured her visions, and more than once on this fifteen minute walk had she almost walked into a sign pole, a side of a building, or even one of the few people around.
Three days ago her parents were killed in a drive by shooting, with her being 17, the court ruled that she would inherit her parent's belongings. She didn't care about that though…she wanted revenge or someone to get it for her. Al's pub was known for having a not so law abiding crowd in it, so she figured it would be the best place to hire someone or get training.
Upon reaching the door she wiped away the tears of sadness that had stricken her for three days and entered the foul smelling bar. Sitting down on a stool at the far left of the bar, Al walked over to her with a welcoming smile. Al was one of her father's closest friends; if anyone could help her it would be him.
"Hey Vee long time no see, how you holding up?" His tone was as welcoming and caring as ever.
She returned the smile as best she could. "I'm a little bit better…its just really hard…" She replied shaking her head as she spoke.
Noises of even more men entering the bar came to Al's attention, flicking his fingers to one of the other men working, he pointed over to the new group of men. The other man nodded and strode out to his next customers. "By law I'm not supposed to serve alcohol to minors…but if you want any, just let me know. I'll have Jose in the back make you something just not as strong."
Her smile brightened, "Well there is something you can help me with…"
Laughing he nodded to himself. "I thought so, a girl like you doesn't come into a bar unless it is very important…so what can old Al help you with today?"
"I need a Hitman."
Al took a step back, not expecting a response like this. "I must say I wasn't really thinking you to be one to hire one of them…but its not totally surprising. I promised your father that I would help you out with anything you needed…. anything…so, ill help you out. See that man over there, the one in the suite, bald. Go talk to him about it, call him 47."
Veronica hopped off the stool and started walking towards the man. '…47…odd name…' She thought to herself.