I glance down at the papers in my hand. "Yeah, I can do this." I say tonelessly.

"We know you can, but how much is it gonna cost?" The bigger man says. I look up and shrug.

"My normal is one mil. Since he's the prince I'm thinking two mil. What do you have against him anyway?" I ask. I flip to the page with a picture of him. His hair drapes in front of his face, and his blue eyes are piercing.

"Deal. But it's none of your business why we want him dead. You're just the gun." The skinner man sneers. I pull out my gun and twirl it around my finger. The men stare at me, scared I'll shoot.

"Yeah, I know. When do you want this done by?" I ask.

"As soon as possible." Skinny says. I nod my head.

"Right. There's a ball coming up. I could get an invitation and shoot him then, or not and just shoot him from far away. Either way works for me." I say. I'm used to this job, how brutal you have to be. You can't feel or you'll die. So what if I have to be the exact opposite of me? As long as I can get the money I need to live, I'll be fine.

"Get up close, but make sure no one knows you did it. Maybe pull him away somehow and shoot him privately." Bigger man says.

"And how would you suggest I do that? Should I seduce him?" I ask. Though I'm not a girl, I'm still good at seducing. It does make me uncomfortable though.

"Yeah sure, do that. Need anything else?" Bigger says. I think, then I grin.

"A camera."

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I look into the mirror and smile. The camera hangs around my neck, and my suit looks flawless. I play with my hair until it looks perfect, which by most standards means unkempt. Tonight is the night the prince will die. I don't have any problems with him, but a job is a job.

I check to make sure my gun and barcode are expertly concealed, and the device to hide my gun from any searches is in my pocket. I glance at myself one last time before heading out the door.

Once at the palace, I plaster a huge smile on my face and start taking picture of random things, most of which turn out pretty well.

I quickly walk up the steps where huge men stand at the doors are asking for invitations, then searching people. Easy. I step up calmly and hand my letter to a tall man. He looks it over then nods. He waves me off to the line of people without bags. I turn on the my device and walk through the metal detector. It doesn't go off. I calmly walk into the ballroom. Men in tuxes walk around flirting with women, and some with other men. Women wearing all sorts of dresses gather in groups and gossip about who knows what. I walk to the middle of the ballroom where people are milling about and wait for the prince to arrive.

Not 20 minutes later a man calls out "Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum." Once he walks in we all bow. He walks up to his father, the king, and smiles at him, before turning to the rest of us.

"Welcome, and thank you for coming. Today is a great day for me, for it is my birthday. I am thankful for you all coming to celebrate with me. Please enjoy the snacks and refreshments." The prince announces. He walks down the stairs and people start talking again. I know not to go and try now, so I head to the snack bar.

I find a seat and sit down with my plate of food. I watch people, and occasionally take photos. I notice that the Prince looks rather uncomfortable. It's not that he is out of place, it's more of him standing out but not wanting to.

Two hours later, I'm starting to get bored. Then the Prince starts heading my way. I get up and head towards the cooked fish. I start to pile some on when Noctis arrives. I turn and purposely bump into him, knocking some of my food onto myself.

"I am so sorry." Noctis says. I smile kindly at him.

"It's no big deal." I say. I grab a napkin and quickly wipe off the food. "My name's Prompto, nice to meet you Highness." I say with a slight bow.

"Oh, I'm, well you know who I am, but call me Noctis." He says. I smile and nod.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you, Noct." I say.

"It's no big deal. How are you enjoying the party?" Noctis asks.

"Pretty good, though I have no one to dance with!" I joke.

"Well then, I can't let one of my esteemed guest go without a dance, so would you care to join me?" Noctis asks.

"Really? Yeah sure!" I smile. I take his hand and put down my camera. It's so easy to get along with him, why do they want me to kill him? I shake my head. I can't be think like that. A job is a job, and this job seems to be going splendid.