One thing I forgot to mention in the last chapter. I actually stuck in a bit of an easter egg somewhere in the chapter, and I'm leaving it up to you guys to find it. Those who do get a cookie. Here's a hint, though. Anyone who has played the game L.A. Noire will probably be able to figure it out. Anyway, that's about it, so let's get on with the chapter.

POV: Rigby

Before I tell you how that ladder led to my problems, I think we'd better start at the beginning of that day. For the most part, it went pretty normally, at least compared to all of the other days that I've been working here. I'll admit, though, that getting up at 8:00 in the morning each day has never been all that fun, especially from someone who has to deal with assassination missions at night time. But anyway, I'm getting off track.

Mordecai's alarm clock went off like it always does, and I slithered my way out of the pile of dirty clothes which serve as my covers. I would have loved to have bought a bed of my own like Mordecai has, but unfortunately keeping up my charade came first, so I ended up getting a worn out old trampoline to sleep on, and my god, does it suck hard. I mean, I've gotten used to it over the years, but those first couple months were complete hell. You know how when you get a new pair of shoes, and they're about the most uncomfortable things you can imagine the first few days before you break them in? It's just about the same way with this, except much longer.

So, after cricking my back, I walk over to Mordecai's bed and shake him awake. He's such a heavy sleeper, that half the time I have to wake him up myself, because he never hears his alarm. It's not fun to deal with, but what can you do?

"Five more minutes." said Mordecai, turning away from me towards the wall.

"Come on, dude, we're going to be late if we don't get ready now." I said.

"Ugh, fine." said Mordecai, finally getting up. Rubbing his eyes, he got up out of bed and headed outside in to the bathroom, shutting the door. I could hear the water running as the blue jay got into the shower before I sighed in contentment. Sometimes I'll admit that he drives me crazy with the way he does things around here, but he's still just about my favorite person in the world. We've just about been inseparable over the past few years that I've known him (in a totally platonic way).

A few minutes passed as I waited outside the bathroom to take my turn when Pops came out of his room and walked by, waving at me as he passed by.

"Why hello there, Rigby!" said Pops, cheerful as always.

"Hey Pops." I said.

I watched as the eccentric lolliman headed downstairs before turning back around to see the door open and a wet Mordecai standing there.

"What were you looking at over there?" asked Mordecai.

"Oh, that was just Pops." I said.

"Oh, okay. The bathroom's all yours, dude. I'm just going to dry up for a minute, and then I'll see you downstairs." said Mordecai, before he walked into our room and shut the door.

I was a little bit on the smelly side of things today (I think the dirty clothes seem to be rubbing off on me), so I rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, before jumping in the shower and just letting it all wash away.

Benson was being his usual obnoxious self today, but I didn't let that get to me, and I listened intently while the gumball machine listed off the jobs for today. Mordecai and I ended up inside today cleaning out the attic, and washing all of the windows.

I'm not going to bore you with all of the details of our work day, so I'm just going to skip right to the good stuff. It was nighttime, and Mordecai and I were watching a movie. I don't know how, but he somehow managed to convince me to watch Shy Guy again, even though we've already seen it over a hundred times. So I was just sitting there, bored out of my mind, while silently cursing Mordecai and his innate persuasiveness when my watch beeped. Yeah, I kind of forgot to mention that I wear a special watch that beeps at me whenever I'm receiving a contract from the association. I'm special like that.

Mordecai by that point had already fallen asleep (apparently he's also getting bored of watching that damn movie), so I hopped off of the couch and snuck upstairs to our room and into the closet. Sliding back the panel, I notice that the contract has already finished printing. I grabbed it out of the fax machine and skimmed through it. Ah fun, another regular joe. I seem to have been getting those a lot recently. I would talk to them about it, but considering the fact that it's been years since I've actually been in contact with them, I'd have about a zero percent chance of finding them.

But anyway, as I'm skimming through the contract, I come across the part where they're usually listing the crimes they've committed, and I stop and read them a little more closely, because they're just about as juicy as you can get. Apparently this guy's an abusive husband. The part that really gets to me, though, is the fact that he actually went as far as to rape his wife, and now she wants him dead. It seemed a little extreme to me, but hey, I could use the money. I stuck the contract inside a box that I use to store documents concerning the business and headed back downstairs, closing the panel and closet behind me.

According to the contract I received, the man had a tendency to walk around the park during the evenings to get away from dealing with his wife, so that's where I was. I'll admit that it was a bit strange that the guy turned out to like walking through the park that I work at, but I figured that I could use an easy job, considering I knew my way around here like the back of my hand. I gave it a lot of thought before I left, though, and I decided it was best not to bother taking my supplies with me and just go for a normal hand-to-hand kill. Lucky for me, I had my gloves on hand and a body of water to work with, so that shouldn't be a problem for me. So, I was hiding in the bushes, waiting for my target to arrive, when I saw him conveniently at the end of the path that my bush sat next to. It was just too perfect of an opportunity.

I tensed up as he began walking down the path towards me, quickly crossing myself, before I stood completely still except for my eyes, which were following his movement, and my tail, which was flicking every so often in anticipation. Finally, the man was just about to reach my bush, and I silently counted down in my head, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"3...2...1...go!" I thought in my head, as I sprung out of the bushes and latched my arms around the guy's neck. A short struggle ensued as the guy attempted to break my grip, but I easily held on and pulled back. A satisfying crack sounded as the guy's neck snapped, and he collapsed to the ground, dead in seconds. I released my grip from around his neck and dusted my hands off, another job well done. But before I could leave, I had to dump the body. So I grabbed the corpse by the armpits and began dragging him towards the lake. It was slow going for a little while, as the guy was even heavier than Mordecai that time I had to drag him around when we got locked in the freezer, but I still grit my teeth and kept going.

Finally, I reached the lake and dragged the guy until he was lying parallel to the edge of the lake. As I crossed myself once more (just in case), I pushed the corpse over the edge and watched as the guy slowly sank into the abyss. Once I was confident that his body wouldn't be found, I began walking back towards the house.

As I headed back to the house, I became lost in thought as I realized that these simple jobs just weren't going to cut it anymore. I mean, I do make a fair share of money off of every completed contract, but it's paltry compared to what I've heard other agents get for higher profile hits. So, I figured that the next chance I get, I was going to figure out how to contact them and then call them and see when I would get someone really interesting.

Unfortunately, I was so lost in thought, that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I somehow made it up the ladder fine, but my foot completely missed the windowsill, and as I fell forward, I snapped out of my daze and silently cursed myself for being clumsy as I hit the floor with a noisy crash.

I held my breath in and kept as still as I could while waiting to see if Mordecai would wake up. Seconds passed, as I began to sweat, when suddenly Mordecai awoke with a start.

"What are you doing down there, dude?" Mordecai sleepily asked. "And why are you wearing gloves?"

I thought for a second, wondering what he was going on about, when I suddenly realized that I forgot to take off my gloves.

Only one word came to mind as I realized that. "Shit."

Uh oh, Rigby's in trouble. How is he going to get out of this mess?

But anyway, that's all we've got for Chapter 2. I hope that you're all enjoying my little story here, because I'm definitely enjoying providing this little entertainment to you. One thing before I go, though. I do hope that you guys can take a second and check out the fic I have mentioned in the intro to Chapter 1, because as I have mentioned, it's the inspiration for this one, and it's a hell of a fic on its own. I definitely think that all of you will like it just as much as I have.

So, once again I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and I will see you guys again next time for the next installment of Rigby's Deadly Secret.