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"Concentrate Jones"

"I'm trying! Why can't I be like the other children, playing video games, going to school and-"

"Quiet! You should be glad that you're here. We are going to make you one of the best hitmen."

"Why do I have to be a hitman in the first place? There's no need for me to be a criminal!"

"You are not going to be a criminal! For the last time, we must train you so you could get revenge for your parents…now focus. Pull the trigger, and aim for the bullseye…"

Alfred F. Jones, the youngest in the States to be trained as a hitman, only twelve when he started. He'd often dream about being like the other kids, also what he was once before. He wished that he could've attended school, learn about the wonders of the world and play baseball. That of course, was before he was taken away by a secret agency and before his parents were killed; though his brother, Matthew went missing the day before the incident. The death of his parents and the disappearance of his brother was still a mystery to the world. Even though Alfred was told at a young age that he needed revenge, it, however, wasn't true.

After Alfred's training, he went back to his dorm.

Revenge for my parents…what if I didn't have parents. I could be an alien and they were just trying to keep me away from the world in case I dominate…Shut it, Alfred, you saw your parents' dead bodies that morning when you woke up. Unless…

…7 Years Later…

"Hands up murderer!" A muffled voice came behind a mask.

Alfred F. Jones:

Most wanted criminal

Number one hitmen in the States

Record of 47 kills

"If you say so!" Alfred replied in a childish voice. He slowly raised his hands up while the military police slowly made their way towards him, grasping both his wrists and arrested him. Everything might seem over, but no. Alfred lowered his fists, punching one man in the stomach, then grabbing another one's handgun and shot down three of the policemen. As he shot them, blood splattered everywhere, staining his white dress shirt and dyeing parts of his dirty blonde hair crimson. Another wave of policemen were coming in towards the American hitman. Due to Alfred's quick reflexes, he unlocked his handcuffs and slid the handgun in his pockets; He quickly snatched a rifle stained in blood from the body of a dead policeman and started to shoot.

Ah shit, He thought. After a few shots, all the bullets were used up. Unable to use any more guns, he grabbed one of the men by the arm, threw him over the shoulder at the rest; kicked one onto the ground, then he pulled out the black-tie he wore with his white shirt, and choked the other one. After dealing with the rest of the policemen, his shirt was completely covered in what is now crimson.

"A day's work would always pay off," he said to himself. He then picked up his glasses which dropped in the middle of the chaos. The right's lens was broken, but the American always broke his glasses so it didn't matter much to him.

"Well done Jones. Did you get the file?"

"Sure did boss!"

"Then hand it in"

After Alfred handed the top-secret file that he needed to steal to his boss (no wonder why he was in such a bad situation. A piece of cake for him though), he was going to clean off the blood and change into a new set of clothes.

He remembered the handgun that still remained in his blood-stained pockets and took it out. A Glock 19? Could help in but it's still pretty weak…

Alfred then kept the handgun by his bed instead of keeping it in the Storage. He knew he needed it in the future.

A set of clean clothes were waiting for him in his room. The same white dress shirt, a pair of black suspenders with a new belt, and a pair of newly polished dress shoes. His glasses were now fixed and usable again. It wasn't any ordinary pair, it helped Alfred see through objects and detect the location of things; that's why everything was so easy for him to get when he was on missions.

…The Next day…

"Jones"

"Yes, boss?"

"You will be going on a very important mission next week and you must not fail"

"Don't worry boss! Had I ever failed one before?"

"Jones! This is serious. You have to be very careful for you will be in Berlin to search for Agent Braginski. As you know, he's just a tad bit weaker than you, but that doesn't mean you should be less cautious. It isn't worth losing you. Plus, we trained you to be the best hitman in America"

"Alright boss"

"Now that's settled, we have also heard there will be an assassin in Berlin as well. One of our workers has notified us the case. The assassin would be hunting you down since you're the most wanted 'criminal' in the world. We've been trying to find out more

about the assassin. No luck lately for their name is still a mystery, so you MUST be very careful"

"Don't worry sir, you've seen me handle assassins more powerful than me before, and I am still here all pieced together. So I'm going to be fine."

"Good. Now, you may go, and I wish you luck on the mission."

Alfred was quite glad that agent Braginski was easy to handle. He remembered the last time when dealing with Assassin Oxenstierna, he had much trouble and was near death. Luckily, the Nordic Assassination Federation (NAF) retreated after being called back, ending the mission.

Another assassin huh…they're ass is probably going to get beaten by me anyways.

It was the morning when Alfred headed for Berlin. It was going to be hard to stay in public while you were the most wanted criminal. He had to go under disguise; instead of his regular so-called 'uniform', he wore a brown bomber jacket, navy blue jeans, a pair of white sneakers, shades (sunglasses), and a black cap to not let anyone notice.

Security was tough though. The American couldn't resist to not bring the Glock 19 he picked up the other day. He carried it on him, in his pockets, hidden under the jacket he wore. He pretended to trip and fall on the side of the metal detector, but he really was trying to jam it by placing a bug that his boss gave him. That way, he was able to go through security without being caught with a weapon. After he went through the gates, his sly acts helped him to remove the bug and carry it with him.

Phew. Glad no one has caught me yet. Thought Alfred. Waiting for his flight, he was looking at where Agent Braginski was (he managed to put a tracker on him the last time when they met).

Already in Berlin? It does make sense though…why would I be sent to hunt him down if we were leaving on the same day.

"Ah! Sorry lad, are you alright?" Alfred heard a voice of someone older than him. He turned around and saw a man with ginger hair, green eyes, and he looked like a man in a rush who had just accidentally tripped over Alfred's bag. A Scotsman, what's he doing in the U.S?

"Yeah, you good as well?"

"S'posse… the name's Allistor, Allistor Kirkland. 'Bout you?"

Alfred didn't want to reveal his true identity knowing he'd be caught and put in jail. Even if it meant revealing himself to a random Scotsman. He quickly came up with another name.

"O-oh sorry, I'm James Smith. Nice meeting you…"

"Ah yes…nice meeting you too, James. Headin' back to Scotland, 'bit of a hurry really."

"Meeting with your family?"

"Yeah, s'been a while since I've seen them, mostly my brothers. You too?"

"Nah, heading to Berlin for a business trip"

That's what Alfred can only say by not giving away too much about himself and the mission he's on.

"So, see you around I guess?"

"Yeah, see you 'round lad" These were the last words he heard the Scotsman say before he headed off.

Alfred felt something prick his wrist, but he didn't bother anyways since he thought it was just the metal bug that managed to stick against his handgun.

Allistor Kirkland? He thought. That name gave him deja vu, however, he doesn't know why. The man said he had a family…especially his brothers. Alfred thought about his parents' death and the disappearance of his brother I..Who really cares after all! Being a hitman is definitely a lot better than just having a random job.

After waiting for about 5 minutes or so, he saw Allistor again, but instead of waiting for the flight back to Scotland, he was standing in the line heading to Berlin. Allistor? I thought he was going to Scotland..no? Maybe I misheard him. What's he going to Berlin for? It was quite a mystery to him; to be on the safe side, he contacted his boss for more information.

JONES: Hey Boss, did you get any information about a weird Scotsman having a mission to Berlin as well?

BOSS: No, why question?

JONES: Never mind then, maybe I was hallucinating from how hot it is

BOSS: Good luck on your mission then, Jones.

JONES: Thank you, boss, I'll never fail you!

After a while, Alfred was on his plane to Berlin. He was pretty proud of how well he hid his handgun from the public and the disguise he put on. Not even the security noticed; it was mainly because he wore contacts instead of his regular square glasses with his 'uniform'.

Alfred had finally landed in Berlin after all the mysteries that happened back in the U.S.

While trying to take his luggage like the rest of the crowd, he saw someone with messy blonde hair and green eyes. For a second, he thought: Is that Allistor? No, the Scotsman had ginger hair, but this one looks a lot like him. Who could it be though…

The blonde man glimpsed at Alfred and a smirk grew on his face. He seemed to have called someone, but what he said, Alfred couldn't hear dude to the noise from the crowd. However, he saw the man mouth out 'Alfred' which made the American wonder even more…Who could this be? Is he the assassin? What if…

Do you think this is the only cliffhanger? HAHAHA Wait for more ;)