"And then there were two." He said quietly, and took a step forward. And there was a loud beeping that halted him mid step and he scowled at the door.

"Fuck." He muttered and glared at the door then me.

"Put on your shirt, I want you to stand by the desk before he walks in." He said quickly and I put my shirt immediately on, the systematic beeping encouraging me to move faster as I almost sprinted to the side of the large desk, I fixed my gaze to the opposite wall and stayed completely focused on the door and the person who was going to enter, though I wasn't looking at them.

The beeping stopped and the door clicked open, revealing a large man in an expensive looking business suit, his bright blond hair slicked back and shiny. He looked at Gilbert first, and nothing in his demeanor changed, he never faltered and never glanced at me, but I noticed the dangerous glint that both he and my charge shared. This was Ludwig Beilschmidt, Mr. Beilschmidt's brother.

The man's icy blue eyes swept around the room, specifically avoiding looking at me for whichever purpose he had, maybe he thought of me as something lower than him that should not grace his sight?

Surely he could have better reasoning than that.

I could see the small and almost shapeless bulge on his hip that was his gun and I checked everywhere else on him for any other weapons he might have concealed.

As he completed his slow and silent walk from the door to the desk I had determined that he had a knife under one sleeve (which he wasn't very comfortable with), a gun attached to his leg, he was wearing an almost non existent earpiece which I took into play as I shifted so that I would block any kind of sniper attacks from the window, and I couldn't be sure, but I was almost positive he had something attached to the bottom of his shoe.

"Well?" The blond said, his voice carried in the room well, he was strong and confident in himself and his abilities. He walked with a determined stride, with purpose and intent. I wondered if he always walked like that or he had something in mind he wanted to accomplish. He and my charge started conversing, it wasn't about me so I didn't pay attention as I was ready for anything; I could feel my muscles tense as he came close to my charge.

I waited for anything that might tip me off that he could or would do something. The gun at his hip was most likely the weapon he would go for and I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching him for ticks that would tip me off.

The moment he fidgeted with his ring I was moving. Both of them didn't hear me move and I didn't want them to, as I watched him draw his gun from his hip. Before he could even get the gun up to point it at his brother I had buried the barrel of my gun into his ribs. I could feel it pressing into his skin when he sucked in a quick breath of surprise.

I didn't spare a glance at my charge as I was watching the man in front of me, looking for any sign of fear that would have ignited in the eyes and body language of anyone else, even if they could hide it well they couldn't hide everything, but this man showed nothing, not a glimmer of fear in his eyes, only a brief glimpse of something I thought might have been admiration but I disregarded it quickly.

"Should I shoot or is this another one of your tests?" I said quietly, but I knew both of them could hear me. The room was dead silent.

Beilschmidt sucked in a breath and grinned, leaning over on his desk lazily and winking at his brother.

"Told ya' he was supposed to be good; did you even see him move?" He laughed and settled in his throne again eyeing us with mirth.

"Brother, would you please tell him to get his gun out of my ribs?" The man asked tersely, and Mr. Beilschmidt laughed.

"I want to see how he handles it." He said and watched me.

I turned my attention to the fake attacker and made sure I had accounted for all of his devices and weapons before taking a step back from him with my gun still raised.

"Put on the safety on your gun then place it on the ground, along with the knife in your sleeve, the gun on your leg, and the earpiece, say nothing." I instructed, and the other Beilschmidt's pale eyebrows rose minutely.

He clicked on the safety on his gun then placed it carefully on the ground, then let the knife slip from his sleeve into his fingers and I tensed, ready to spring in any direction if the need be, but he let it drop as well. He took the other, smaller gun from his leg and clicked on the safety before letting it drop as well. Finally he reached up to his ear with a slow hand and removed the earpiece carefully, taking the tiny thing and placing it on the gun so he could locate it later.

The entire exchange was in silence, only to be broken by a cackle from Mr. Beilschmidt.

"You have got to be shitting me." He laughed. "The knife I can get, it was pretty obvious, but the others? How the hell did you know he had the ear piece?" He exclaimed his bright eyes searched me as if my looks would tell him something.

"I watched him." I said simply and both men stared at me. I hated it when people did that.

"You have gum on the bottom of your shoe." I added and the man blinked in surprise before lifting his shoe and examining the pink substance attached to the bottom of it. It was too bad; they looked like expensive shoes.

"I think it is fair to say he has proved himself." The younger Beilschmidt said boldly and I stepped back to the place my charge had indicated at the end of his desk. They were looking at each other now, one with cold indifference and the other with crackling amusement.

I wondered if Mr. Beilschmidt was always like this, taking pleasure from messing with others, testing them and seeing the outcome.

I determined that I had quite the assignment ahead of me.

Hey guys, just thought I would post a short chapter for you all in celebration of completing the PSATs. Does anyone else ship the translator and the business guy? I sure do.

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