"Take the damn job!" she screams at me, slamming me into the wall.
"Fuck you," I spit at her.
"Take it or we turn you over to the Akatsuki," she threatens me.
'That isn't a bluff ,she has contact with them,' Fuck.
"4000 more " I say, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
She smirks. "Only 4000 more?" she mocks. "you're getting soft." she watches my face for a reaction. Her face twists to an ugly sneer "Whatever. Half now and half when you bring his head."
'I'm going to vomit. I maybe a mercenary but that doesn't mean goddamn hired-killer,' I think.
"Tch," is my reply
"Here's his whereabouts and his techniques, good luck….Isshi," she taunts me while leaving, throwing the files on the dust caked table.
I seal my paintings and tools into scrolls, packing them in a light weight bag. After I set out I try to memorize the files on the run.
—xXx—
When I enter the area, he's standing in front of someone so I can't see them.
Doesn't matter.
I throw a modified kunai silently through the air as it sails towards him someone- a girl- screams for him to move.
I freeze after hearing the voice
IMPOSSIBLE!
