Okay, I need to make an announcement about where we're going with this. I'm sure most of you have noticed that even without the long breaks between chapter updates in all of my stories, they're still coming out pretty damn slow. After some thought, I figured out that doing updates one story at a time probably wasn't the best way to do things. Plus, I really want to get some of these fics finished so I can move on to other ones. So, as of this moment, I would like to announce that I will be cutting down my work load and focusing only on Rigby's Deadly Secret and Breaking Point. So, this essentially means that the other three fics will be going on a temporary hiatus. I'm sorry to those of you who were looking forward to new updates from those stories, but I'm sure you guys will understand. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter!


POV: Rigby

Today started almost like any other normal day would, except for the fact that Mordecai just happened to be awake before me, which was odd, considering most days I would need a fog horn to wake his butt up.

Anyway, I woke up to find Mordecai staring out the window, which just happened to have a really nice view of Paris. I could see the look of wonder on his face, and I couldn't help but smile. Even with an entire company of assassins on our tail, I'm happy that he could at least find time to think of the good things in life.

I got out of bed and walked over to the window myself. Unfortunately for me, it was actually a normal rectangular window which happened to be just out of my sight line. I wasn't really worried about it, though, so I went ahead and gently shook Mordecai's leg.

"Oh, hey dude." said Mordecai, having been shaken out of his stupor.

"Hey, you ready to go check out the sights for real?"

"Oh yeah, definitely!"

I was about to head right out of the door, before I realized that I probably should be prepared. I went under my bed and grabbed the sack which carried my weapons, before grabbing the Silverballers and my holsters. As I was hooking the holsters onto my waist, Mordecai decided to bring a point up.

"Uh, dude? Don't you think people might get a little suspicious if you're carrying guns around?"

"Way ahead of you, Mordo."

I went into the closet in our room and came back out with a somewhat stylish-looking jacket specially fitted for someone of my size with a pair of holsters sewn into each side.

"What do you think?" I asked as I put the jacket on.

"Looks nice, but why did you put your old holsters on when you have this?"

"Uh, to tell you the truth, it slipped my mind that I bought this. You just reminded me." I said, embarrassed.

Mordecai rolled his eyes.

"Okay, let's go."

I hurriedly stuffed my pistols into the holsters, before pushing my sack back under the bed and running off after Mordecai, not knowing that the same shadowy figure was watching us from outside the window.


Mordecai and I spent the next few hours walking all around Paris, taking in all of the famous landmarks that we could. Mordecai's head was spinning around constantly, trying to look at as much stuff as he could. Even I was pretty excited to see what the city of lights had to offer.

Eventually, we both agreed to get something to eat, and headed for the nearest café.

We both ordered coffees and sandwiches (with me doing the ordering, obviously), and began to eat.

"So, what do you think about Paris?" I asked.

"Oh, dude, it's awesome! This place is so amazing. What about you?"

"I like it, too. If we weren't in our little predicament, I'd love to spend a few more days here."

"Oh…right." said Mordecai, becoming suddenly depressed after remembering that we would be leaving soon.

I tried to quickly come up with something to say to cheer up Mordecai.

"Hey buddy, once this whole mess blows over, I can try to get my bank account unfrozen, and we can come back to Paris for real. Hell, we can bring Margaret and Eileen if you want. How's that sound?"

Mordecai wasn't completely satisfied, knowing that there's no guarantee they would make it that far, but he still smiled nonetheless.

As he looked around, his eyes suddenly fell upon a shop located across the street from the café.

"Hey, you want to go check out that shop over there? I want to see if I can get something for Margaret, now that I think of it."

"Sure. Let's just finish up here first."

We both finished our meals and I paid the clerk, before we made our way across the street. Before I could make my way into the shop, Mordecai's eyes fell upon a fancy-looking plate that was sitting on a table outside, along with other trinkets that they apparently were selling inside.

"You coming in?"

"Hold on, dude. I just want to check this out."

While I was waiting for Mordecai to finish, I decided to check out the price of said plate. What I saw almost made my jaw drop.

"250 euros? Dude, that plate's expensive as hell!"

"Do you know how much that is in dollars?"

I quickly calculate the numbers in my head.

"About 330 dollars give or take."

Mordecai gave me a weird look, but I silenced him with a look of my own. Before returning the plate to its resting place, Mordecai decided to give it one more look, aiming it towards the light coming from the sun outside. Suddenly, the plate exploded into hundreds of pieces, and I reacted instinctively.

"Move! Get inside the store!"


Mordecai and I made our way inside the store and hid behind the wall; where there was thankfully wood there for at least some form of protection.

"What the hell was that?" asked Mordecai.

"I don't know."

Mordecai once again gave me a weird look.

"What? I'm not all-knowing like Skips is."

Mordecai sighed before turning towards me.

"Alright, so what do you think it is?"

"Probably a sniper, from where the angle of the shot was coming from. You were pretty damn lucky to have that plate in front of your face, though. The snipers they've got at The Association are no slouches."

Mordecai gulped as he realized how close that was.

"Anyway, my sniper rifle is still in the hotel room, so that's out of the question."

I paused, trying to figure out what to do, when Mordecai noticed something interesting.

"Dude, look. I see a hole in the wall down there."

I looked at where Mordecai was pointing and saw a hole about the size of a quarter a foot under the window sill.

"Perfect! You keep your head down, and I'll look around and hopefully find where this asshole is."

Mordecai did as asked and ducked down as far as he could, while I looked through the hole. Unfortunately, the field of view was pretty damn thin, but I didn't really need to worry about that, as I spotted the telltale red laser of a sniper scope a few minutes later. I followed the trail as best I could, and eventually found out that it came from the building that was right next to the café we were just at.

"God damn, we were right next to the guy!" I said.

"What?"

"Never mind. Just stay here for now. You should try and find some better cover, too. And don't forget to stay down, alright?" I asked.

Mordecai nodded, before crawling away towards the interior of the store.

I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, knowing that this is the first time Mordecai and I were going to be apart since this whole mess started, but I knew I had to stay strong if I was going to get rid of this guy.


I made my way outside the store, and ran quickly towards the nearest cover I could find. As I sat behind a car, which just happened to have been left behind (Thank you, Lady Luck), I quickly formulated a plan in my head. The street was currently a madhouse as the rest of the people had caught wind of the fact that there was gunfire, and they were running for their lives. A few people even left their vehicles behind, considering they weren't going to be going anywhere with the crowd as thick as it was, so I had a smooth path towards the building.

So, I went down on all fours and counted down in my head to zero, before sprinting for my life towards the next car, narrowly dodging the next bullet as I rolled into cover. I repeated the process from cover to cover until I reached the final car between me and the entrance to the building. Unfortunately, there was only open space in that area, so I would be completely exposed, but by yet another stroke of luck, the laser rose up into the air, and I took it as a sign that they were reloading. I wasn't going to waste this moment, so I sprinted into the building, slowing down once I reached the relative safety of the doorway.

As I stood there, catching my breath, I was also busy listening to find out whether they heard me coming in. No one came down the stairs, so I took it to mean that they didn't notice.

I pulled my pistols out of my holsters and began creeping up the stairs.


Eventually, I reached the roof of the building and stopped in front of the door. I slowly pushed the door open, hoping that the sniper wouldn't hear me, and made my way outside.

As I finally laid my eyes upon the sniper, the first thing I noticed was that he wasn't wearing the standard Association-issued uniform, which puzzled me, but I ignored it for the moment. From my vantage point, the only other thing the sniper was wearing that I could see was a brown jacket and pants. He also had black hair and a beard as well.

I finally reached the sniper and pointed one of my guns at the back of his hand. I pulled the hammer back on the gun to get his attention.

"Don't move."

The sniper immediately dropped the rifle and held his hands up in the air, almost mockingly.

"Well, if it isn't our good friend Rigby. Or should I say Agent 1247?"

"Who are you?" I said threateningly, pushing the barrel of my pistol into his head for emphasis.

"I am Agent 7. But people in the real world call me Hector. As you can probably tell from the number, I am one of a group of elite assassins sent to eliminate both you and your friend Mordecai."

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

"Because you'll be dead long before you can tell anyone else."

Hector immediately spun over on to his back and pulled out his own pistol. We both fired at the same time, both hitting their targets. The only difference was that while Hector's shot got me in the stomach (thankfully not hitting any major arteries, as I found out later), my shot hit him right in the chest.

Hector swore, realizing that he just got beaten in one shot. I walked over to his body, looking to finish the job (while still holding my wound closed), but Hector spoke one last warning.

"You may have beaten me, hermano, but there's still five more of us, each more powerful than the last. You're never going to get through them all!"

Hector then started laughing like a maniac, until I shot him in the head, effectively silencing him.

Unfortunately, in my state, I probably wouldn't have been able to drag the body around, so I decided to leave him there and hope that it doesn't cause any issues for us. So, as I gingerly made my way down the steps towards the street, I couldn't help but hope that Mordecai was okay. He was thankfully unhurt, so I sighed in relief.

"Dude, you're hurt!" Mordecai said, noticing me clutching my side.

"It's no big deal. I'll wrap it up once we get back to the hotel room, and once we find our doctor friend, I can get it fixed up."

Mordecai was still extremely worried, but he nodded and kept an eye on me as we walked back to the hotel room, where I wrapped bandages around my wound. As we took a rest in our room, I couldn't help but wonder if I would be able to beat these five remaining assassins, especially if they were as strong as Hector said.


And that's the end of Chapter 8! Excuse the lack of a real fight scene here, but I wanted to do a bit of a ranking fight kind of thing, where each fight is more difficult than the last one. The fight scenes will also evolve accordingly, so they will be getting a little more involved as time goes on.

(And yes, Hector is in fact the same Hector from "Firework Run", just in case you haven't figured that one out already.)

Anyway, I'll be seeing you guys later. Bye!

RK