The Replacement Assassins
Ch. 4: The Task
All of Chinatown was in celebration of Chinese New Year. Firecrackers were popping, street performers were dressed up doing shows for the people on the streets, and people were crowding the streets and alleyways in praise of the New Year. In a certain crowded alley, a man, dressed in sliver colored dress slacks, a business jacket of the same color, a black button up dress shirt, a silver tie, calmly walked through the crowded alley cutting through people. The dark sunglasses he was wearing were focused on staring straight ahead of him. After 5 minutes of cutting through street vendors, and performers he had finally reached his destination: J's.
J, as he's so called, was a contact and accountant for outside contractors that wanted to work for Treize. That's how it was for most assassins on Treize's payroll, he was a rather reclusive man, and almost never contacted the assassin's himself. Anyone that wanted work for him saw people like J for contracts and also for payment. J was an old man with long gray hair, and always wore sunglasses also he always a trademark black Chinese shirt and pants.
When the well-dressed assassin reached the door to J's, 2-armed men quickly recognized him and opened the door for him. He quickly walked in and down a long hallway. He finally reached the old man who was currently doing some bookkeeping and payroll. J suddenly stopped writing and looked up at his visitor, he then reached over to a small wooden box and pulled out a black envelope and handed it to his guest. He took the envelope and prepared to leave but stopped when he found that J was still holding on to the envelope. He turned to face him and J spoke to him in Japanese.
"Don't open it. Mr. Khushrenada needs to see you personally." He said, while letting go of the envelope.
"Hn…" the assassin replied while tucking the envelope into his inner coat pocket, and taking his leave.
Later that afternoon the assassin that Treize had asked for pulled up in front of his beachfront home. He exited his car and was escorted into his home by a bodyguard. After many twists and turns, they reached a large dining room where at the end of the large table at the crime boss himself, being served a cup of tea by a maid, and his head bodyguard Mamoru standing off in the corner. The assassin slowly walked up to the side of the table, as Treize motioned for the maid to take her leave, and took a sip of the hot liquid. There was a uncomfortable silence as for a few moments and Treize just sat there studying his cup of tea. Treize then finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
"My son is dead" Treize quietly spoke up.
"My condolences" The assassin apologized, removing his sunglasses revealing his ever emotionless eyes to Treize and Mamoru.
Treize nodded and motioned for his guest to have a seat next to him, to which he complied. Treize continued.
"A child is irreplaceable." Treize stated while staring into his tea. He set it down. "Which brings us to your task." He finished. Mamoru then crept up behind Treize's guest and stood next to him before speaking.
"It involves a cop." Mamoru revealed. "That's why we want an outsider."
He was shocked to say the least. A cop? Why a cop? They knew that he only took out criminals and murderers. He knew what Treize wanted, and he also knew what it meant to turn him down. But could he really kill an innocent person?
As if Treize was reading his mind, Treize put a hand on his to snap him out of his revere and spoke up.
"After that, your obligation to me ends." Treize offered.
Finally after a few moments of thinking, he looked up at Treize with cold emotionless eyes and grunted in approval. Treize smirking in approval stuck his hands into a small box beside him and pulled out a hollow point bullet, the same bullets that all his assassins used for his contracts, and placed it in front of him. He took the bullet and left his home but the same question kept running through his mind:
Could he kill an innocent person?