Bang! You're dead.

Yes, this is how I think they should end the conflict in Libya. After all, there are plenty of agencies *cough*CIA*cough* that could do this. Puppyshipping with Puzzleshipping and Chaseshipping as side pairings. There will be more to go with this, so bear with me. I've been working on my own book and havn't really had time to work on any fanfictions. This has been done for ages and there was supposed to be more to this chapter but...eh.

Joey, Yugi, Tristan, Duke © Kazuki Takahashi

Idea © me

Joey centered the cross-hairs over the mans white night-shirt. After three weeks of surveillance, Joey knew that the man spent twenty minutes on his balcony looking out over Tripoli everyday. Large chunks had been ripped from buildings, sidewalks, and statues. Blood stained the street in great puddles, soaking into the ground. But the man stared at the city he claims as his as if it were a shining utopia. He is mad, Joey has seen it in his eyes. It is his madness that had turned this city to a ghost town. Of course, it is because of this madness that Joey is here. Joey released the safety on the far-shot sniper rifle in his hands. Joey chewed his cheek as he watched the man smile and straighten. He'd been hired by one of the rebel forces heads, oddly enough the ex-chief of defense for this man, but after watching the coverage on what had been happening here, he knew he would have done it on his own. Of course, Joey wasn't supposed to know who'd hired him, and of course his employers guaranteed all services would bee anonymous, but they did like to keep tabs on who was sending their assassins where, just in case there was an active vendetta and the customer was sending them into a trap. It had happened twice so far in Joey's time, and he knew that it hadn't ended well for the customers. Joey chuckled once before he held his breath, and pulled the trigger.

He watched the bullet impact on the mans chest through the scope. Blood registered in his field of vision as the man clutched at his chest and fell to his knees on the stone balcony. The gun in his hand had barely made a sound, but Joey could see the heavily armed guards already rushing to the mans side. Of course, they would already be to late. Joey never missed and had never failed to have a fatality because he was the best. Joey stood and pulled a small cellphone out of his pocket. He pressed the send button twice and lifted it to his ear. "Mission status?" There wasn't much of a network in Libya so the reception wasn't good, but he knew the operator on the other side would be able to hear him. "Mission accomplished."

Joey rubbed his shoulder and stretched. 'Man I'm tiyad.' He though as the elevator rose. As the elevator slowed to a stop, he picked up his dusty travel bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. The door binged and opened into a plush lobby.

"Hey Joey!" His friend Yugi called as Joey stepped onto the carpet.

"Hey Yug'." Joey waved as Yugi bounded towards him.

"Nice job. You seen the news coverage yet?"

Joey shook his head. "Naw, I had a red-eye flight. Slept the entiya time too."

Yugi laughed. "I'm not surprised. Over night from Greece to New York is not the easiest trip to make under normal circumstances."

Joey laughed as well. "Yeah it was murda gettin' a flight. I skipped through the border into Egypt, got a boat up ta Alexandria and then it was onto another boat across the sea ta Greece." Joey shook his head. Sometimes he really hated the jobs in areas with political turmoil. Sure they paid better, but half the time it was barely worth all the trouble he had to go through to get in and out. There was the danger as well but Joey never worried about that. He was one of the best.

"How many aliases do you think you had to use?" Yugi asked as they walked down the corridor that would take them to another elevator that would take them to the assassin quarters.

"Fa the whol' trip?"

Yugi nodded. "Had ta have been at least ten. They should be sending out a Sweep Team soon." Sweep Team was slang for a covert team the company would send out after a successful mission to make sure there would be no traces left behind to trace any of the assassins back to the company. As they spoke, two of their friends came out of their room. One, Duke, waved briefly before turning around to yell at his companion, who was having trouble with their equipment.

The assassins could get by with one, maybe two, bags and their weapons for a job, but Sweepers like Duke and Tristan couldn't. Especially not techies like Duke. "Oh c'mon Tristan! It's not that heavy!" Duke reprimanded as Tristan tried once more to lift one of the satchels onto his shoulders. He succeeded...barely. Next, Tristan tried to lift one of the overstuffed, undersized suitcases. The sound that issued from it was what was probably a lot of delicate, and therefor expensive, equipment running into each other.

Joey winced and saw Duke's eyebrow twitch. "If you break anything in that bag," he snarled, pointing, "not only will They have your hide, but I will too!" They, of course, referred to their bosses. Most people would have quaked under the furious glare being aimed at Tristan by his emerald-eyed boyfriend. But Tristan had known Duke for five years, and lived with him just as long. And he knew what to do when the younger boy got like that. He glared right back and shoved one of the bags into Duke's arms.

"Then you carry everything and I'll order you around." Tristan hissed, right in Duke's face.

Yugi and Joey exchanged despondent looks. They knew Duke and Tristan and this sort of thing could go on for ages. Worse, whenever they had a stand-off, one would usually end up attacking and eating the others face off in a fit of passion and lust and they would usually wind up keeping all their neighbors up long into the night. If they were on the way to a job, then they could not get distracted. And Yugi and Joey could already see a few sparks of lust in their eyes.

"Are ya guys goin' on a job?" Joey asked, interrupting their silent battle. Duke shook his head to clear the fog of lust and passion from his mind. He turned and smirked at Joey, placing his hand delicately on his hip like a girl.

"Yeah, cleaning up after you." Duke reached for the bag Tristan had shoved at him.

Joey smirked in turn. "Ya won' have much to clean up. The whole city was a ghost town. No one cared who or what I was. I used more aliases gettin' theya and back than I did on the actual mission."

Duke rolled his eyes. "We'll see about that." He said as he helped Tristan down the hall with their bags.