"No, I could make an offer for you." Bell snarled.
"Turning the tables... I like it." The man said.
"You will let me and William out of here alive. Leave us alone forever and I won't paint your brains on that nice painting of yours." He said firmly.
"I guess you have a deal then." Ronan threw his hands up in defeat. "But you would be turning down one of the highest salary's in all of New York, a respectable reputation, and everlasting protection. Plus I'v got a few clients who need some work done, and from what I just saw, I think you would be a perfect fit."
"You want me to be a what... a bounty hunter?" Bell asked.
"A bounty hunter/ assasin. Unless you want to call them the same thing, so to answer your question... yes."
He stood there thinking about it for a moment. As of right now he had no other source of income. It's not like he had anything waiting for him anywhere else. This was his next shot at redemption, to make a new life for himself with the skills he already possesed. It was either kill for money on the streets or be the one killed by someone less talented in this position. "Fine.. but I'm not signing anything!" He lowered his pistol carefully.
"You don't have to, for right now that is." The man smiled cheerfully. "So now that we are in agreement let me show you to your loft. Quite a luxerious place, even I feel jelous of it. Of course then I remember that I live in a penthouse." He placed an arm around Bell's shoulders and escorted him to a vehicle.
"This yours?" Bell regreted asking the stupid question right after he said it. This man was arguably one of the richest in the state, he'd be suprised if he didn't own the state itself.
"Yes, one of my favorites." Mr. Ronan got into the drivers seat of his Lamborghini Jalpa.
"Wait, what about William?" Bell asked just before they took off.
"I'll have someone take care of him once he wakes up, unless of course you would rather have him work with you on these jobs. But if you do decide to keep him, he will be your reaponsibility."
"I'll think about it." Bell knew how just about useless William was. But perhaps maybe he could come in handy one day.
The car stopped outside of one of Manhattens taller buildings. "This is it." He said as they both got out of the car.
As they walked along the side walk towards the entrance, Bell noticed many eyes on him. "You'll just have to get used to it, they don't get many pretty faces like yours around here." The older man turned to say over his shoulder.
"I get to stay here?" Bell asked as he curiosly looked around.
"Yes, and you'll get to keep it as long as you do your job." Ronan said.
The living area was decorated with leather couches and a nice TV. Looking past it, was a massive window, overlooking the rest of Manhatten. The buildings seemed to be endless.
"Its so..." Bell was in awe.
"Beautiful." Ronan finished for him.
"Yes." He stared out of the glass window.
"Well, get some sleep Mr, Wayne. Tomorrow begins the first day of the rest of your life." He walked towards the door as Bell kept his gaze fixed on the window. "I'll be leaving the Lamborghini with you, please don't ruin it. Report back to me at 9:30am. We'll start there."
"Sounds good, Mr Ronan." Bell said over his shoulder.
After taking in the view for just a bit longer he decided to go into his delux looking room. He had a rough couple of days, so to be able to have a place to sleep was fancy enough for him.
After freshening up in the shower he was quick to lay down in his bed. The entire corner was glass that allowed for one of the city's most beautiful views.
Lying there he began to think to himself. Was he considered cowardly for leaving behind his responsibilites as an agent? Was there more he could do? He felt even more guilty about leaving Park on the brink of potential death.
He shoved those thoughts away and focused on the now. To everyone around him, he was Alistair Wayne. Whoever he was wasn't important to him anymore, it simply didn't matter. He had been offered a fresh start at a new life. And this one he would not fail.
He woke up feeling wonderful. As he looked out of his window, he looked at all the tiny people and cars rush by. Behind each window, there was a story to tell, thats something he always found so interesting about New York.
"Mr. Wayne!" His new boss greeted him as he pulled up. "Don't bother getting out yet, I will show you where to go." The man got into the car.
"Where are we going?" Bell asked, curious as to what was happening.
"Take a left here." He reaponded. "That place back there, its not my main office. Theres a warehouse down the street here that me and some of my men are stationed at. Theres other warehouses all over Manhatten full of my men. But today you will be driving us to the one I visit the most."
After manh lefts and rights they parked behind a large warehouse, blended in with the other buildings surrounding it.
"So we have reveived word that our Rival, Mr. Barnes will be meeting with a potential supplier of food and weapons tonight. All I need you to do is eleminate the supplier, but be discrete about it. Don't worry about cleaning up the mess, someone will take care of it later." He handed Bell an adress. "They'll be meeting for dinner make sure this deal doesn't go down." They walked inside the building and over to a wall full of weapons.
"Sounds simple." Bell said, tucking the slip of paper into his pocket.
"Then make it look simple. I'll be on comms with you during the mission. But before that you'll need some gear."
"How did you manage to get these?" Bell walked over to a crate full of Hand Cannons.
"My pockets are deeper than you think. I'v got friends in places you wouldn't beleive."
"I like this one." Bell picked up the heavy pistol and examined it. He found it odd how weapons made mainly for military use could have eneded up in the hands of some small band of mafia members. "I like this one too." He set the pistol down and picked up a sniper. "A VSS Vintorez..." He said in awe. "You have some really generous friends sir."
"You recognize the weapon?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'v only heard about it. Some of my crew members would talk about its prototype. I always the Russians making this was fake but, I guess I was wrong." He vaguely remembered Perseus discussing these. Unfortunatly he never got to see what his former employer did with that idea. "I want this one." He said.
"Take it, nobody else has seemed to have an interest in using it. Its the only one of its kind, that we have that is. But its just been sitting here on the shelf collecting dust, so I'm interested to hear about how it performs in the field. I assume you will be taking Mr. Bell with you?"
"Why not, I'm sure I'll find something for him to do." He sighed knowing taking on a sidekick will be challenging.
"Great then, I'll have someone bring him to you. In the meantime feel free to test out the weapons in the shooting range over there." He pointed behind the large shelf of attatchments and gear.
"Contact me once you get into position." The man said before walking out of the door.
"Yes sir." Bell waved. If he executed this mission perfectly tonight it could set him on the right path for a remarkable reputation.