Hello lovelies! So tell me did you like my almost script format in the first few chapters or do you like the format of chapter 7? I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH 5DS!

Chapter 8

It had been a month since Mikyla (A.K.A number 7) was sent to an early grave with no words of safe passage or a eulogy.

Dylan drove to a far away spot picked out by his handler. Dylan looked around and got out of his car and walked beside another car. He handed them a sheet of paper. "This it?" His handler "Ash Mumpson" asked. "Yup" Dylan answered. His handler drove off and he rode to the manor. He knocked on the door with a special knock sequence. The door slowly opened and Dylan was let in.

"Nelson! What a pleasant surprise! How have you been my friend?" Bain called out from the table. "I've been good, how are you?" Dylan asked while at the same time wanting to choke the life out of him his "friend". They patted eachother on the back. "I've been good." Bain answered. "So got an work for me?" Dylan eagerly asked. "Yea actually I'm sending a whore out and I want you to escort this whore of mine to an address I give you I just want you to stay outside and make sure they pay up the exact amount. Can you do it?" Bain asked.

"Yea I can do it." Dylan answered with a smug look on his face. "Ok its tonight and don't worry we will provide you with a weapon." Bain explained. "What kind of weapon?" Dylan asked, almost craving answers. "3!" Bain yelled out. A knock was heard at the door. "Get case number 11." He commanded through the door. Crow ran off. "Come, sit down." Bain waved him over.

"Take a seat Harry Nelson, we have things to discuss." He said smirking. A knock was heard from the door. "Enter." Bain said loud enough for the person on the other side of the door could hear. Crow entered with a black case. "Good now leave at once!" Bain exclaimed. Crow ran out. "So if you don't mind me asking can I meet this whore?" Dylan asked. "You just did." Bain said smugly. "That was him?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes Harry that was number 3. One of the original members of this business and one of the best if not the best that I got. But to be honest I've been feeling quite betrayed by the other best I had. He just recently betrayed my trust and walked away from the business, leaving his coworker to fend for himself. He was very selfish." Bain explained. "But I digress the man you will be meeting tonight we usually get calls when his wife is on a business trip, he doesn't want her knowing of his infidelity and the fact that he has been doing it with a man. He pays big bucks for number 3 so I give the man what he wants for the right price."

"Alright sounds Boss." Dylan said after carefully digesting all that Bain had just said to him. "I like that, Boss. After your job is done you will be paid in full." Bain promised. "You got it so what time do we head out?" Dylan asked. "Tonight at around 7:30, but we first have to get you in the right attire, Number 14!" Bain explained then shouted.

(Number 14: Anna Colter)

Number 14 came running in. "We're going to try a few outfits to get him ready for his job tonight, you may speak." Bain told her. "Ofcourse Master Bain I'll get him ready." Anna bowed. "Get a few outfits to try on." Bain commanded. "Yes Master Bain." She answered. "Come this way." He led Dylan to a room. Clothing lined the walls, a big beautiful mirror took up the far left wall and on the right was a door. Anna was looking through the many pieces of clothing. She looked at him then looked at the shirts she was holding out. "Now go on, number 14 will help you get your outfit." Bain urged.

He walked out of the room. Anna just looked at him. "Oh I give you permission to speak." He stumbled. "Thank you, I have a few different formal suits I want you to try on, ofcourse nothing to flashy." Anna explained. "Don't you need my size?" Dylan asked. "I could just tell by looking at you my dear." She said. "Well thank you number 14." Dylan smiled at her. She looked at him in shock. "Is something wrong?" Dylan asked. "No its just no one has ever been this nice to me." She admitted. Dylan remembered what happened with 3. He had pretty much said the same thing as 14. "Oh well get out so I can get dressed." Dylan commanded. He couldn't risk being found out so no more thank you's no more being nice. For now on he would be Bain…an asshole. Anna waited outside the room.

Dylan put on one of the outfits. He walked out in a plaid suit and black shoes. He realized that Bain had come back in. "No doesn't fit." Bain said right away. "Hey Bain that little bitch was a looker." Dylan felt like a fire was sitting in his throat when he said those words. "Isn't she? Lets see what else she picked out." Bain answered back. Dylan walked back into the small room and minutes later came out in a blue suit and a bow tie. Bain looked at him in disgust.

"Well she did pick out another one." Dylan told Bain. "Well try it on number 14 is good at what she does." Bain said. Dylan walked back into the small room and put on the last suit. He walked out in black outfit, black blazer, white dress shirt, black tie, black trousers, and black shoes. "Perfect!" Bain exclaimed. "Ok so you have already been acquainted with number 3, the one you are taking to the Hallaway's house. Remember you are there to make sure the wife doesn't come home early.

"What happens if the wife comes home early?" Dylan asked. "Be on your toes and make up a reason she can't come in and that she has to leave." Bain told him. "Alright boss I'm ready." Adjusting his tie. "Not yet." Bain opened the black case revealing a 9mm.

"Now you're ready."