Ayyyyyy! I finally managed to finish this. Sorry, it took a while due to Doskun murdering my brain cells. Speaking of Doskun, be sure to check out her fanfic called "The Disappointment Trio". I assure you that it's hilarious!
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"Al-Allistor…" muttered Alfred. He, of course, was shocked to see the Scotsman whom he met at the airport a few days ago.
"you didn't expect me here do you, James Smith?"
"…"
"Did you really name yourself James Smith?" Asked a shorter man with butterscotch hair while smiling, "Should have called yourself James Bond instead"
"Hey, I-" stuttered Alfred. He found himself able to argue against the BTT and Arthur, but just not this man.
"W-Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Dylan" replied the man, "He's Allistor, as you may already know, and this is Connor" he glanced at a taller man with brunette hair.
"That still doesn't answer my question…"
"You know lad, I dunno if you have the wrong concept, but I'm sure Dylan here told 'ya who we are already" exclaimed Allistor.
"I meant who are you, not your identity"
"Then be specific!"
Alfred was quite traumatized at this point; there were 4 Kirklands? All of them have those weird looking eyebrows which made the American a bit sick, and their green eyes clouded his train of thought as well. How am I going to deal with this… he thought.
"So Jones, as you may know, we are here to ask you-"
"Yeah yeah…get on with it already"
"We are here to ask you about your mission in Berlin"
"Don't you already know" spat Alfred.
"Indeed we do, but not your 'mission'"
"If it's not my mission, why bring me here"
"We know you're also looking for a mass terrorist"
"What do you m-mean" Alfred stuttered a bit; Allistor won't notice would he?
"See lads, Jones isn't sure about what he's here for. Should I break the news to him?"
"HEY! YOU CALLIN' BE STUPID OR WHAT"
"More of a mood, I s'posse"
"Fine. I was also sent here to search for an unknown terrorist. My boss said something about my brother…"
"…who is?"
"Matthew"
"Matthew who? There are tons of Matthews out there."
"Can't remember his last name. We were actually 5 when we were separated."
"So what does this terrorist have anything to do with your brother?"
"My boss told me he kidnaped Matt? I had to find him and my brother as well."
"If that's the case, why are you going for Agent Braginski?"
"Look, our bosses have been in an economic argument for a very long period now. By killing the other person, one of our bosses would be able to take control of the opponent's money"
"That's it?"
"WHAT, DO YOU EVEN NEED THIS INFORMATION?"
"Perhaps not, but maybe you might need some…"
"Hahaha, now you're callin' me stupid, is that it?"
"Nope"
"…"
"Didn't you see me at the airport?"
This caught Alfred's attention. He wanted to know why and how he was able to bump into Allistor at an airport right before his mission. Was it a coincidence?
"So" exclaimed Arthur, "as you may know, Allistor was in the U.S with you"
"Mhm"
"But what you didn't know…"
By this point, Alfred had already figured out what had happened back at the airport. Allistor had placed a tracker on him when he pretended to trip on Alfred. No wonder why he acted so nicely… thought the American …it's just a way to fool me…
"It's fine" he spoke, "I already know"
"You do, huh. I guess our Allistor here isn't a great actor after all"
"Hey!" Spat the Scotsman.
Alfred saw Arthur mutter something to Allistor and snickered.
"He really named himself 'James Smith?'"
"yeah, what d'you expect, Hitman Jones? Of course, he'll be caught"
"How serious is he? James Smith." With that said, Arthur tried to hide his laugh by covering his mouth and hiding in the shadowed corner of the room.
"Hey Arthur, you know I could hear your snickers emitted by your gay mouth"
"Who do you think you're calling gay, Smith?" Arthur still couldn't help himself, os he crackled out loud this time, which caused Dylan to giggle a bit as well.
"Ok ok, I'm sorry, but James Smith" Arthur laughed so hard that a tear even came out of his eye.
"Look, we just want to know where's your next destination is for the terrorist, so could you please tell us"
"Why would you think I would tell you? I'm supposed to be your 'victim' and you expect me to tell you everything I know?"
"Ah right of course not" spoke Dylan is a sweet voice, "We'll just have to call the boss-"
"OK OK! I'll tell you"
"Well, the boss needs to hear this as well. We'll just bring him here anyways" Dylan left the room for a few minutes and finally came back. Alfred had his eyes closed; he surely was afraid of failing his mission. Yet what he saw was not what he had been expecting. A 12-year-old kid? He thought. It was nonetheless, the youngest of the Kirkland Brothers, Peter Kirkland.
"Hello, Alfred!"
"A kid?"
"What, are you saying that I, the great Peter Kirkland, can't be the boss of my bros?"
"Its-uh-just, very b-bizarre I suppose?"
"What do you mean it's bizarre? You became a hitman at the age of 9!"
"Well, that was an accident. B-but you"
"Hey, I'm the boss, so don't talk back to me"
"Peter, enough please" came Arthur.
"HaHA! I'm the boss, jErk Arthur!"
"…"
"Wow, your brother really likes bossing people," said Alfred in a snarky voice.
"Mr. Alfred, you're not scared saying things about me?" Peter replied teasingly.
"N-no of course not, you are q-quite a cool boss. Never seen one this y-young"
"That's what I thought ;)"
Alfred started sweating. He knew that even friendly-looking kids can be very dark and scary, so he best not say anything bad about Peter.
"So" Allistor stated clearly, "What are you going to do with ?" And also tried not to laugh.
"I am going to…"
"…to do…?"
"…to…"
"TO DO WHAT? SAY IT ALREADY"
"Look, Mr. Allistor. If you won't obey me, I will have to stop giving you your pay-checks for continuing your bagpipe collection-"
"THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS"
"Hmm…maybe I should…"
"OK…IM SORRY! Please continue"
"I should…"
"…"
"Let him go"
"WHAT?" Bellowed all the other Kirkland Bros.
Alfred crackled at the fact that a 12-year-old assassin boss would do something such as idiotic as letting a criminal escape from the hands of 5 Professional Assassins. The Kirklands have flummoxed expressions on their faces; even the sweet-looking Dylan.
"You are going to to-What?" Spoke Arthur. All of them were flustered including Peter.
"What do you mean 'what'? Don't you trust me?"
"Why would someone trust a 12-year-old leading an assassination group?" Bursted Alfred, who is still laughing.
"Are you trying to imply," Asked Peter, "that I'm not worthy to be a boss?"
"Potentially…yes"
"Then maybe I'll tell everyone that you still watch My Little Pony till this day-"
"WHAT-NO-WAIT-I-I CAN EXP-PLAIN! IT'S N-NOT WHAT Y-YOU THINK!"
"See? If students can trust an octopus teacher teaching them to the assassins, why can't my bros trust me?"
"A mass hitman like him watches MLP?" Came Arthur, as he burst out in laughter again. "I knew that Jones was gayyyyyyyy"
The rest of the Kirklands couldn't help but laugh as well, while Alfred himself was as red as a tomato.
"See what I can do?" Said Peter, "Trust me, brothers. I've done stupid things before, but where did that lead to? Benefiting us of course!"
"Fine. You can let him go, but do share about his interest in My Little Pony~~~"
"Don't worry! I've got control under that!"
"So Mr. Alfred F. Jones!" Spoke Peter, "I'll see you sometime in the future, am I right?"
"Correct…" replied Alfred in a skeptical manner. He knew that the Kirklands were up to something. He checked and made sure there weren't any more trackers or bugs that Allistor had placed on him at some point.
"No no. My big brother Al here didn't put anything on you"
"Ok…" Alfred was still suspicious, but the knew hey wouldn't be able to catch up to Alfred in the States. Then how did they find him in the U.S beforehand?
"See you next time!"
As Alfred walked away, he wondered about where his next stop was going to be, since staying at his old hotel wouldn't be the safest choice, in case something else happens again. There was only one option: back to the U.S.
He went to a nearby café to complete some work. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon; a little snack won't hurt, would it? Thought Alfred.
He entered the shop whilst a delightful scent of different coffees drifted up to his nose. After all the commotion, he was finally able to have a break for once. Soon after, Alfred asked the waitress for a cup of flat white and pulled out his laptop. It had been nearly 3 days since he had interacted with his boss.
You've got 18 new messages
Great, thought the American, what's the news now… Turns out, most of them were junk or spam, but something caught his eye; it was news from his Boss. Shit, did he find out that I failed my mission? Alfred was quite worried. If he failed, that meant being fired and no place to stay. He would be on the streets and maybe even arrested for the people he killed.
Wednesday at 17:56
BOSS: Jones, I've got the news.
BOSS: We've got eyes on Braginski, even though you couldn't manage to get to him last night. It's only one mission, so don't be too anxious.
I'm sure you already ran into Kirkland, and your next stop will be Italy. You would need to come back to the States first for extra information.
BOSS: When you arrive in Italy, watch out for the mafia. I've heard that there's one particular group in Rome that is especially powerful.
Today
JONES: Sorry boss, I wasn't available the other days. The mafia you were talking about, when will I be going to Italy?
BOSS: Hey Jones, it's nice to see you again. I haven't heard from you in a while. You'll be going next week, on May 3.
JONES: Roger that, thank you!
Read at 15:47
JONES: Boss, I have another question. It's about the terrorist…
JONES: Boss..?
Read at 15:49
It was at this point when Alfred knew what had happened
Damn it, those guys again…
Oof. I had to make that Assassination Classroom refrence. Sorry for the jokes, but please tell me if it offends you. I will take it down.
P.S If you have any fanfic suggestions, plz tell me since I feel like writing things other than this. Thank you!