They are the Great Four, a special force all on its own. They are Marshall Lee's special force; they are one of the many reasons for Marshall Lee success and fame. They mainly work behind the scenes, that's why no one really knows how they look like yet each one of them have a bounty on their heads. They're fast. They're swift. They do their job professionally leaving no evidence behind. They are top notch assassins and spies, trained only by the best.
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After 6 flights of stairs of an old apartment building Flame reaches the flat 722. The door creaks when he opens it and walks inside. It's dark but he's able to make out the three characters who are lodging inside. Cake and Monochrome occupy one couch and Fiona is sitting on the floor beside the window. The apartment is old and doesn't have much, there is a table and a chair and a couch. It was more than enough, for they weren't staying here for long.
"Shouldn't you guys be on watch?" says Flame as he closes the door behind him
Cake that is lying on the couch examining her nails, her head resting on her husband's lap answers, "Chill dude, we're just taking a break."
He sighs then places the plastic bag that he has been carrying on the table and announces, "I got dinner."
Immediately Cake jumps up and walks to him and asks as she opens the bag, "What've you got?"
"Tacos." He answers as he takes two and walks to sit beside Fiona on the floor.
"Here." He offers
"Thanks." She smiles unwrapping her taco and taking a big bite
Flame bites into his chili taco and looks around awkwardly trying to start a conversation, when he opens his mouth he says,
"This is a one man's job, why did your sister have to tag a long."
"She worries too much." Shrugs Fiona before peeking outside the window
"You should talk to her about it then."
"She can't help it Flame, and you know that."
He nods knowing why. He takes a bite from his taco enjoying the spicy taste when Fiona asks,
"Have you seen the boss?"
Flame freezes and his heart stops beating, he knew Fiona used to have a crush on the boss when she first joined but he isn't sure if she's entirely over him like she claims. He chews carefully then swallows before saying, "Not since last week. Why?"
"I was just wondering how he was doing." She says casually and licks the sauce from her fingers
"Don't worry, last time I saw him he was in full energy." Flame shudders and tries not to remember the scene he had walked on, he didn't want to spoil his appetite.
"Really? That's good to hear." She giggles
Flame finishes his taco and chews in silence, the sound of Fiona's giggle brought a feint blush to his cheek. He's very thankful for the lack of light. Fiona finishes her taco as well then check's the window again.
"Any movement?" he asks
"Nope. He walked into that red building hours ago and he hasn't left yet. We might be spending the night here today."
"I see." He mumbles clutching his hands together. "By the way, Gumball says to come over for cupcakes whenever you're free."
"Really? He said that? OMG that's so nice of him. Now I want to finish this mission real fast so I can go see him."
"He really misses you too." Flames states rubbing the back of his neck
"Gumball is such a sweetheart. Makes me wonder how he ended up with someone like Marshall Lee. Not that Marshall Lee is bad; he and Gumball really suit each other. It's just that I'm really surprised that there is someone out there who can put up with Marshall Lee." She says gesturing with her hands before taking another look out the window.
"I'm actually glad they found each other. Gumball does a good job in keeping the boss on the line. Without him, who knows what kind of shit Marshall would end up in? Probably something very risky that could end his life."
Fiona giggles again and Flame's heart flutters. "That's true." She says
A soft moan catches their attention and when they look up they find Cake and Monochrome deep in a lip lock. Flame rolls his eyes and looks away, why am I surrounded by couples who are always in heat? He questions himself, and then steals a glance at Fiona but it was too dark to read her facial expression.
A moment of silence stretches between them and Flame wonders if he should say something or not. He has never been one who starts conversations or even keeps them going. If its business he do it, if its leisure then he's stumped. He racks his brain and wishes he was a smooth talker like his boss. He opens his mouth about to say something regarding the weather when Fiona speaks.
"You know, I'm really grateful I met Marshall Lee. If it wasn't for him I'd probably be dead now, that's why I owe my life to him.
Flame looks ahead of him and clenches his hands. "We all do, he saved us from the shit we called life." He says remembering his previous life at the slums, how horrible the conditions were and how close he was to killing himself. These thoughts just strengthened his will and determination, if it wasn't for Marshall he wouldn't even have a life. And for the millionth time he thanks the heavens he joined the Nightosphere Famiglia.
"It's also thanks to Marshall Lee that I got to know you." She says sounding cheerful
Flame feels his cheeks burning up; he opens his mouth wanting to say something back to her when she suddenly says in a serious tone,
"He's on the move."
Immediately all four of them jump up, strap on their guns and head for the door, all humor gone from their faces replaced with hard, cold eyes.
It was time for business. It was time to kill their prey.
A/N: Honestly I wanted this story to be heavy on the killing and assassination. I wanted it to be very discriptive and gore. But stuff like that make me shudder and lose my appetite.