A/N: Alrighty! Here's the fourth! =) please enjoy! This one is longer =)

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When the boys entered Treno, Cinna left Blank and Zidane to their work and drifted off to a tavern. Zidane looked around, having only been to Treno a few times, and re-familiarized himself with his surroundings. Blank was already talking to someone, and Zidane waited for the other man to leave before approaching him again.
"So what are we doing anyways?" he asked, trying not to act awkward from what had happened earlier.

Blank stretched "Well first we have to get to the part of Treno that the rich folks aren't known to be in, then we can start from there."
Zidane nodded, "Alright, but isn't it a little late to do anything?" he asked, looking up at the sky and judging it to be close to two in the morning.

"Are you kidding me? Night time is the best time to find the people we want to see," Blank grinned, heading down to the shadier streets, "Besides, if we go to bed now, we'll never sleep normally again."

Zidane wasn't entirely sure how Blank's logic worked, but he shrugged it off and followed close behind. They were heading into the parts that Zidane was used to going through with Baku, especially when he was drinking. Looking around, he spotted shady characters, thieves like them, and maybe worse...
He kept close to Blank, not wanting to admit he was a little uneasy. After all, he was still very young. He was allowed to be a little nervous when he was playing with the big boys, wasn't he?

Blank stopped outside a run-down looking home and knocked. A squirrely looking man opened the door shortly after, grumbling. His grumbling went away as soon as he spotted Blank and his somewhat grease-smudged face broke out into a grin.

"Well! There you are!" he exclaimed laughing, "I figured ya's were probably dead if ya weren't here soon!"

Blank grinned "Sorry Murph, we left a little later than we were supposed to apparently. So, Baku said you have the details on our job?"

Murph nodded "Yep," he nodded a little grimly, moving back into the house and inviting them in, "I was actually a little surprised Baku agreed to this one, then I got a look at what he's gettin' paid for it AND why it has to be done... It was real clear after that, let me tell you..."
Zidane followed Blank inside and into a cluttered dimly lit room with an old rectangle table and some splintery chairs set in the center. Murph sat down and pulled some papers out of a hidden drawer in the table's frame and set them on the table. Blank followed suit, sitting across from him, and Zidane took a seat next to Blank.

Murph sorted through the papers and handed one to Blank. On it, there was a very well done sketch of a snooty looking nobleman. His eyes were narrow, and even in the sketch he seemed sinister. Below were listed a number of felonies he was never actually convicted for. The benefit of having cash, Zidane thought.

"Lord Braughn," Murph explained, pointing to the name at the top of the sheet.

Blank looked down the list, and tilted it away from Zidane slightly, "This guy is sick..." he commented, his headband raising slightly, "And he got away with all this?"

"Yup," Murph leaned back in his chair, "And he still is. No one stops 'im. He's got enough cash to keep 'em quiet, y'know?"

Blank nodded and looked down the rest of the paper.

Zidane leaned up, trying to get a peek at the list, but Blank pulled it away again, "Why can't I see?!" he pouted, "I'm mature enough!"

Blank stared at him for a moment, considering him, "No. You aren't," he commented simply, handing the paper back to Murph and getting a displeased stare from the blonde. He turned his attention back to Murph, "So what's our job?"

Murph handed over the rest of the stack of papers, "This is a list of everythin' he does, every minute of each day of the week. He has a very set out schedule. Now the problem is that he's not usually alone unless he's doin' somethin' nasty and wrong, so it's gonna be tough to get a hold on 'im. You may need a decoy, some bait 'er sumthin..."

Blank seemed to have caught on to what they were supposed to do, but Zidane still sat in his chair clueless. Tired of being out of the loop, he piped up.

"Get him alone to do what?" he asked confused.

They both looked at him, "Well to snuff 'im out of course," Murph said as though it were obvious, "T' kill 'im." Murph leaned closer and whispered this last, trying to spook the blonde a bit.

It worked.

Zidane didn't let it show, though. He had to be tough, or they'd never let him live it down. He'd learned that fast when he first joined Tantalus. Instead he just scoffed at the sinister thought.

"Is that it?" he asked.

Murph laughed, "Yup, simple aint it?"

They spent the rest of the night discussing their plan of action with Murph, using his intel to figure out the best plan, and the best way to get rid of him. They decided that they would definitely need bait, though Zidane was still unclear as to what they needed for bait. Once Braughn had taken this bait, they would take him by surprise and cleanly cut his throat while he was distracted.

Morning came around, and Murph decided it was time for him to get some sleep, left the stack of papers to the two boys, and told them to lock the door on their way out. Blank held the door open for Zidane as they left and headed to one of the less frequented inns. The blonde watched as Blank paid for a room and followed him up the rickety stairs to the right door.

Zidane flopped on one of the dusty beds right away, glad to be lying down. Blank sat on the other bed and scanned over the papers.

"I'm not sure this bait idea is a good thing..." he mused to himself.

"Why not?" Zidane asked, "Sounds simple enough to me!"

"The problem isn't it being complicated, the problem is finding a girl to go along with it, and it's really dangerous, so I'm not sure I actually want to find one to do it."
Zidane was intrigued now that he was finally learning more about the plan, "What do we need a girl for?" he asked bluntly, "Why can't one of us be bait?"

Blank stared at him and broke out into laughter, "You volunteering then?" he asked through his laughter.

"Well no! I don't even know what I'd be bait for!"

Blank stopped laughing, "Well I guess you'll have to know what's so sick about him then," he sighed and set the papers beside him, "Braughn seems to like girls, younger girls..."
"Who doesn't?" Zidane grinned, not realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Blank shook his head, "No no, I don't mean that he likes them and it's harmless like most people, he actually does something about it. He seems to like raping them and usually they end up dead."

Zidane now had a lump in his throat, wishing he hadn't asked, "O-oh..." he looked away, "I see why you don't wanna get a girl in danger like that..."

Blank nodded, observing his friend closely.

"What?" the blonde asked, sensing his gaze.

Blank grinned, "You know, you have a really cute figure," he commented, observing the blondes smaller, smooth body.

Zidane blushed, "You're kidding me..." he sat up straighter "I will not!" he protested, turning redder.

"You wanna get some poor girl in danger just to kill someone?"

The blonde sighed and looked uneasy, "What do I have to do?"

Blank smiled and started explaining the whole plan to him again.