Chapter 2 was so hard to write because, for being stupid, I didn't plan it out. This one is more PG so feel free to read it.

What if…

"Sir, I've found him," said the blonde man in a British accent; obviously, he was English. He was well known by the UK, as Assassin Kirkland.

"Alright, Kirkland. Make sure to keep an eye on him"

"Roger that"

Arthur was the assassin sent to capture, or eventually, kill, Alfred, do to his crimes.

Arthur Kirkland

Self-trained Professional Assassin

Government Approved

Top UK Assassin

When Alfred had picked up his luggage, Arthur secretly followed him from within the crowd. It was hard to keep the Hitman insight especially with the disguise and people within the crowd, it the Brit managed to follow him out of the airport.

He knew if he followed Alfred too closely, then Alfred would start growing suspicious. His current plan is to follow him and eventually-

"Sorry lad", The Brit had been thinking too much about his plan that he bumped into Alfred. "Are you alright? It seems like you're new here. Well, perhaps I am too…"

Alfred must have wondered who Arthur was; he remembers hearing 'lad' from Allistor as well. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. You have a place to stay?"

"Yes, how 'bout you?" Arthur said making sure he didn't give his hotel away.

"My boss already booked me one. Mercure Berlin Wittenbergplatz's in Schöneberg is the one I'm staying at." Alfred, without realizing he's exposing his stay place to strangers while being the top criminal around, blurted out loud.

Arthur, being one smart-arse, now knew Alfred's location. Phase 1 of his mission: accomplished.

"You're here for a business trip?" Asked Arthur,

"Yeah, same for you as well?"

"mhm." After a short conversation, they quickly parted. Arthur now had good news for his boss. He no longer has to keep track of Alfred's location for he already knew where Alfred will be staying until his mission will be completed.

Later that night, Alfred received a message.

BOSS: Jones, we have news for you.

JONES: Yes sir?

BOSS: Good news: Ivan Braginski will be found at Café Luzia on Oranienstraße street this Thursday at 7:30pm. Be sure to arrive there.

JONES: Right…do you reckon if the assassin will know that I'll be there? I'm sure he or she would be a piece of cake

BOSS: Not sure yet, but you must be careful. Be in disguise, in case anyone finds out.

JONES: Of course, you don't need to worry about me

BOSS: Also, we found out who the assassin is…

JONES: Who?

BOSS: Arthur Kirkland. An assassin from Britain

JONES: Uh, boss, I think I already met him just earlier at the airport

BOSS: You sure? What did he look like?

JONES: Short, green-eyed, he was blonde, had eyebrows like caterpillars

BOSS: That's the assassin, did you tell him anything?

Alfred, being shocked after realizing his prediction was right, completely forgot about telling him his hotel. Now he was in grave danger.

JONES: Nah, at least I don't remember…there's so much going on

BOSS: Be cautious. Make sure there isn't any type of tracker on you, and if he doesn't try attacking, make sure not to leak any sort of information.

The next few days for Arthur was pretty chill doing his job. However, he didn't know that Alfred knew who he was, but of course, the American was an easy target when you're the number one assassin in the U.K.

Thursday arrived in no time; as Arthur prepared for seeing Alfred again at Café Luzia later that night.

What should I bring…

The Brit pulled out a handkerchief from a drawer and soaked it in chloroform. Carefully, he enclosed a small handbag with the handkerchief in it, also sliding in a Browning Hi-power in case the two men were to attack each other.

Arthur took the cab and arrived at the café 5 minutes early. After he sat down, the waitress asked him what he would like. Obviously, he asked for tea for how British he was. Whilst enjoying his drink, a tall man with bleach blonde hair came in. He wore a down coat and a large white scarf around his neck.

He must be Agent Braginski… thought Arthur. Almost a few seconds after the Russian man entered, Alfred stepped into the café as well. The three of them all sat at different tables where they were able to have a good viewpoint of each other. For the first 5 minutes or so, Alfred was enjoying his coffee while Ivan looked like he was filling in a set of paper work until one of them said something.

"Kirkland" muttered Alfred. He glanced at the Brit, then walked towards Ivan.

"Let's take this outside, Braginski"

With that said, Arthur was the only one left inside the café.

"Long time no see Jones," said Ivan in a joyful voice with a smile on his face. The two were in an alley right beside the café so there won't be too much attention on them.

"You too, Ivan" replied Alfred. Without any hesitation, Alfred pulled out his handgun and pointed it towards Ivan. The Russian slowly raised both his hands up, about to surrender, while the American slowly made his way towards him. Right when the tip of Alfred's gun touched Ivan's chest, he grabbed Alfred's wrist, flipped him in the air and pinned him down on to the ground.

"Not so fast Jones," he said. Suddenly, Alfred managed to break free and pulled the trigger of his gun; he missed. How did I miss it? I haven't missed a thing in 5 years! Ivan pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Alfred, and said, "You want to try me?"

What? How come Ivan got so good since we last met? Suddenly, a dark figure came from behind the American. Due to the figure's quickness, he only saw a short ponytail before knocked back to the ground again. It was Ivan's partner.

"Thank you, Yao, I never thought that you'd come here as well," said Ivan

"It's because we're comrades, and would you just hurry up taking this American already-"

"Not so quick" Arthur's voice came from behind them. "I need Jones"

"Ok, first of all, who are you and what do you have to do with Jones?" Said Yao.

"I'm Arthur, Arthur Kirkland. Assassin for the Government Official of the United Kingdom." Yao whispered something to Ivan and replied

"Alright Kirkland, we'll let you have him this time. If we meet again, you're going to let us take him." With that said, the two left Arthur and Alfred in the dark alleyway.

Alfred groaned as he stood back up.

"Kirkland…what did you do to me…"

"Ah, Jones. We meet again"

"You're the assassin…my boss told me-wait, why am I talking to you"

"I suppose it's because-"

Without finishing his sentence, Alfred grabbed him from behind and locked his arms around Arthur's chest, pointing a gun at his head.

"So…" said Alfred, "What are you going to do with me?"

Arthur muttered something under his breath, then spoke: "What'd you think? Didn't your boss already knew?"

"I'm being taken by you…"

"Exactly, but I guess your smart arse boss doesn't know the real reason"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think I'd tell a hitman like you my plan?"

"…"

"No right? So let me go before you choke me to death and not get the help from me to complete your mission."

"You're going to help me?"

"Perhaps if I make it out alive from your arms. Cough cough, I'm being choked already."

"Fine, but are you really going to help me?"

"Heh, I'm one bad player right?"

"Y-you…"

Alfred quickly realized that he actually trusted his enemy due to one little lie. However, his quick reflexes helped him snatch the Brit's handbag. He opened it and took the bag with him.

"Hey, give that back"

"You fooled me right? Do you really think I'm going to give this back to you that easily? Come and get it for yourself if you really need it."

Arthur knew this was a trick, but he was able to get away even if caught. Alfred stayed where he was, in case the sly Brit has any other cunning moves; Arthur walked towards him, suddenly being caught by the stomach.

Here we go again he thought while getting pinned on the wall. The last thing Arthur remembers before getting knocked out was his own weapon being used on him.

What did I tell you about cliffhangers?

My friends are actually begging me for more of this cringeyness...