My sister and I did this when we were bored
Grantaire was at a casino somewhere in England playing a card game with a strange looking man, "I know who you are Grantaire."
"So you've heard of my work then?" Grantaire smirked.
"Yeah, I hear you're the best in the business. Always know when to strike, how to strike and not leave a trace of evidence. Well done lad."
"Why thank you, I'm quite good at what I do."
The man cleared his throat, "Why don't we raise the stakes?"
Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "Um, ok."
"If you win this game, I'll give you twenty grand."
"And if you win?"
"You get rid of a guy for me, free of charge."
Grantaire considered it for a moment, "Ok, deal." Both men put their cards on the table, "Damit." Grantaire said.
The man laughed, "Well, well, well. Look how the tables have turned."
Grantaire rolled his eyes "Fine, I'm a man of my word. Who's the guy?"
The man looked around to make sure no one was listening and said, "His names Julian Enjolras. He's a leader of a group of revolutionaries who plan to over through the government. They have quite a few supporter's and I need to take this guy down before it's too late."
"Where can I find this guy?"
"Paris. He lives at number 2 route de la foi. He also goes to a café called Le musian every day were he holds his meetings. You may want to write this down."
Grantaire shook his head, "Having something in writing can be used as evidence. I don't roll like that." The man smiled, "Can I see a picture of him so I know what I'm looking for." The man pulled out his phone and showed Grantaire a picture of a man in a red jacket with curly blond god-like hair. "Wow, that's a pretty face."
The man raised an eyebrow, "I can trust you with this can't I Grantaire?"
Grantaire smiled, "I've never failed in a kill, and I'm not gonna start now."
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A week later Grantaire arrived in Paris. He was staying at a hotel not far from route de la foi were the man supposedly lived. Grantaire still remembered what the blond man looked like. Grantaire was good at remembering important things. He had to be; otherwise he wouldn't be very good at his job.
Grantaire arrived at the hotel and put his bag down before going out again. He wanted to know where the musian was.
It didn't take him long to find it. It was really close to the hotel. Grantaire walked in silently. There were a group of boys there talking about politics and how the government was really pushing their luck. Grantaire smiled at this. These had to be the group. Grantaire searched every face in the group and frowned when he couldn't find the one he was looking for.
Suddenly the room went quiet when a man entered the room. Grantaires smile returned. Bingo.
Grantaire looked over to the man that had silenced the room. No doubt it was Enjolras. He looked even more attractive in person. Grantaire sighed. Grantaire was instantly bored. Grantaire was already thinking, the sooner I kill this guy, the sooner I can go home.
Suddenly one of the boys standing with Enjolras turned to Grantaire and said, "Well, Julian it looks like we have a new comer." Enjolras looked at Grantaire as if he was studying him. Grantaire half smiled at the crowd.
A man walked over to him, "Bonjour monsieur, my name is Combeferre. Are you here to take part in our meeting today?"
"Yeah sure." Grantaire replied, "I'm Grantaire by the way. Nice to meet you all."
Enjolras glanced over to Grantaire but then carried on with his speech.
When people started to leave the Musian Grantaire saw his chance to do something. But he wasn't going to kill him now. He wanted this to be a clean kill not one were his victim struggled and he ended up making a mess. He needed to get Enjolras trust first. Then the kill would be easy. "So, you're the Enjolras everyone talks about?"
Enjolras looked at Grantaire and raised an eyebrow, "Um, I guess." Enjolras was gathering up lose sheets of paper on the table.
Grantaire walked closer to him and said, "I hear a lot of people want you dead."
Enjolras stopped moving and turned to look at Grantaire, "I've been told."
Grantaire smiled, "Maybe I could lend you a hand with things."
Enjolras smirked, "What like a bodyguard?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Who are you?"
Grantaire shrugged, "I'm just a guy who's interested in your work. That a problem?"
Enjolras was silent for a moment and then said, "You know, it's not every day that a random stranger off the streets comes into my meeting and asks to be my bodyguard. No, I don't need your help so unless you really want to be here, I suggest you get on your way."
Grantaire chuckled, "Wow, you're not just a pretty face then." Enjolras rolled his eyes and left, slamming the door behind him, "Well, that went well." Grantaire said to himself.
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Later that evening
Grantaire was sitting in his hotel room when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, "Hello?"
"How's it going?"
"Who is this?"
"It's the one that gave you the job."
Grantaire laughed, "Right, sorry, I couldn't recognise your voice."
"So, I see you haven't killed the guy yet."
Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "Are you watching me?"
"Well of course I am. I want to make sure you do a good job of this. I need that man dead Grantaire."
"You know, I don't appreciate being spied on. And don't worry, he'll be dead in a week."
"A week?! I thought you were good at this."
"I am, that's why I need you to be patient. You can't form a masterpiece in a day my friend."
"…Fine, one week. If it's not done by then, consider yourself dead."
The man then hung up the phone. Grantaire smirked and put his phone back into his pocket.
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TBC
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