Drew smirked to himself as he bit into his taco. The greasy meat fell out of the shell onto the wrapper that laid flat under the fast food. Drew flipped the page of the folder filled with May's information to the other side and read the information that the other assassins left behind for further investigation.
He scanned the page over a few times, before closing the folder and groaning. None of this information could possibly be useful to him. It was obvious she liked chocolate. Every girl does.
He looked at the taco in his hand before throwing the whole thing away. He had absolutely no way of possibly killing May Maple without her red-head friend blaming it on the stranger who wanted to get a psychic reading and ended up wasting the brunette's time and locked up inside the building.
So of course, as any good assassin would do, he contacted his friend. Now of course, this friend of his was not only a trained assassin as well, but he also was a professional locater, hacker, inventor, and a stalker. Even though 4 of 5 of those talents were illegal.
"Drew," his friend began, "I found something."
Drew stood up and walked over to his best hacker, Gary Oak, and looked on the computer which Gary was working on.
"Is it anything other the fact that she's a psychic?" Drew asked the brunette.
"She's not a psychic, she's a gypsy. There's a difference." Gary told the assassin, matter of factly.
"What's the difference? They both tell the future." Drew said, impatiently.
"A psychic tells the future with the mind. A fortune teller uses signs, like tea leaves, tarot cards, dice, palms, to tell the future. A gypsy uses both of those to tell the future." Gary answered the obviously rhetorical question.
Drew stared, "Just tell me what you know."
"She knows my grandpa!" Gary smiled brightly, but only earned a slap in the back of the head from Drew. He got more and more frustrated at the moment. It's been a whole 2 weeks since the first meeting with the target, and if it goes on for another week, it will be the kill it took him longest to complete.
The target.
That's what you would call the person you were supposed to kill. You didn't want to get too close to your target. Then it would be like a broken mirror: you try to break it more trying to hide the reflection of the killer, but only hurting yourself trying to lose the reflection.
"How do you even know that?" Drew asked, he turned around and put his hand through his green hair.
"It's on her facebook page." Gary pointed at the screen, which held the list of all of May Maple's face book friends, interests, education, and work. It was an assassin's way-to-kill gold mine here.
Drew's signature smirk returned to his face. "Call your grandpa, tell him to invite the target to a lunch we're treating him to."
Gary smirked himself and pulled out his phone.
"Shall we meet at the Elephant Bar, or possibly at Islands?" Gary asked, dialing the number.
"Dinner, Elephant Bar."
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The brunette and the green haired assassin sat down at the table, already met with Oak, looking at the menu.
"Hey gramps!" Gary said, sitting down next to him. Oak didn't take his eyes off the menu.
Drew looked at Gary as if to say 'Dude. Your grandpa is drooling on the menu.'
Gary looked away from Drew and snatched the menu away from his grandpa.
Professor Oak looked up at the thief of his menu angrily, but his instantly changed when he saw his grandson.
"Gary!" He hugged the young assassin, oblivious to the plan that the two had come up with to kill May.
A male waiter, unlucky enough to carry 5 glasses filled with water and that fancy lemon slice on the edge and 4 empty glasses of guacamole in soda, placed the five fancy glasses on the table where the three men were. The waiter took a step back, and stumbled into another waiter, who caught the glasses, but left the waiter on the floor.
Drew stared at the clumsy waiter. Obviously, he was a trainee.
Gary and Drew glanced at each other, giving each other a quick nod, and began the first part of the plan.
"Oh, look! A distraction!" Gary pointed at the ceiling fan, making his grandfather look up.
Drew grabbed one of the glasses and took out the powdered poison from his pocket and pouring it in the glass.
"Where?" Oak asked, looking for what Gary was pointing to.
Drew put the glass next to him, to remember the poisoned one, and he planned to give it to May.
"Oh, never mind, it's gone." Gary said, taking a sip of his water.
Two teens—the target, and of course her friend—walked in and sat down in the two empty seats of the assigned table.
May took a seat next to Gary, and her friend, Leaf Green, took the seat next to Drew.
"Hello, hello, psychic." Drew smirked, looking at his target.
"Oh God, not you again." May rolled her eyes in disgust at the sight of her assassin. "And I'm not a psychic. So cut out that bull about me telling you your future."
"Really now? If I remember correctly, it was you who gave me a reading, but never told me my future." Drew's smirk grew as he frustrated her. It was fun to annoy her, too bad she was going to die today.
"Ah, it seems you two know each other, so no need for introductions." Oak smiled, just thinking that the argument was just a game to see who can throw a better comeback.
"You look familiar." Leaf looked at Drew's hair and eyes—and unmistakable green.
Drew studied her face. The only thing he knew about her was that she was his target's friend.
And then it hit him—in the notes, a picture of her was photo copied with the notes Suspects Assassins. She knew that they were planning something to hurt her friend.
"No, I don't think we have, believe me." Drew said, putting the glass of water in front of May. May looked at the glass and back at him.
"You can't spell believe without lie." Leaf said, taking a sip of her water, when her eyes met Gary's.
"You can't spell slaughter without laughter." Gary said, imitating her voice.
"Can't spell friend without end." Leaf smirked, less than a minute into meeting this guy and she already has some competition.
"You can't spell headache without ache. So shut. Up." May said through clenched teeth.
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"Hey, where's the menu?" Leaf asked, breaking the deafening silence.
Oak grabbed the menus he had on his lap and threw it in the middle of the table, knocking down the drinks that belonged to May, Leaf, and Gary.
The two girls shot up out of their seats from surprise. Drew however, stayed seated, and grabbed a napkin, dabbing it down.
But then Drew realized something.
The poison was in May's drink. The drink that fell. Drew looked over at May who was talking to a waiter.
"I'll be right back." Drew managed to mutter, put the napkin down and walked out.
May looked after him.
This was no different than the time she walked out of the Thanksgiving dinner from her family when her little brother asked for a reading.
This was no different than the time Leaf left her family for a week because she knew she messed up with trying to patch things up with a relative, only to make it worse.
But at the same time, it was the exact opposite.