"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!