I've decided to double update today since I was late for the last chapter...
"Was the request against one of our own?" He asked doubtfully. It was rare that there were any assassins that were foolish enough to gain any notoriety that was attached to their actual identity. That was usually the work of small fries who, much like a child (only with more dementia), didn't know any better. Especially in a company such as this.
He still couldn't rule it out however.
Unfortunately it could be counted on that there would always be that one person who messed up the entire operation for the whole.
Though that didn't necessarily mean that the company wasn't above taking on the job anyway, not in his line of work.
Of that much he was certain.
Word Count: 119
Answer: I'd like to get to the interesting bits already! I know this sounds strange since I'm the author but I get impatient...
Question: When looking at movies or cartoons and such, who did you want to be when you were younger?
