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CROWS

CHAPTER THREE: QUINN

I've always obeyed my orders but somehow this didn't seem right to me; when I thought about it this Kai was only a year or two younger than me he was just a kid, I wasn't prepared to kill children our usual targets were older people who ran drug rings, slavery, prostitution and arms and were always hard to find.

When you're in this business you got to keep telling yourself that it is for the good of the world, but what good is there in killing a kid who is good with a beyblade; it wasn't right just because he was related to Voltaire the cause of all this chaos.

A job is a job and you have to do it, I was trained to kill people when I had to without question, and it seemed my team members had already given their judgement on him he was a dead man; we didn't even know the kid yet my team hated him Cross also seemed a little unsure about the mission she loved kids and would do anything for them, this wasn't going to be easy on the both of us.

We suited up and drove to the airstrip; the general was waiting for us by our plane, he gave us the usual the world would be proud speech to get us psyched up into believing we were doing good for mankind; no matter how hard I thought about it and tried to rationalise the job I ended up at the same dead end.

How could a 16 year old kid deal in arms deals of this proportion, we're talking war heads and explosive beyblades and some really nasty hardware; the kid had to be innocent something wasn't right, okay so from the kids file he didn't have a peachy record; he was no criminal but he wasn't the kind of guy that helped old ladies across the street either.

Cross knew how uneasy I was about this job; it was obvious because she was my twin, I sat looking at the window; what had I become?  I wasn't a hero anymore I had become a murderer; that's what assassins are anyway right? Just richly paid hit men who didn't care if they had to kill God as long as they got paid? Money wasn't our objective there was a time we knew that we had acted like heroes and kept politicians safe at night and the world didn't even know it.

We became Interpol's finest, we all looked innocent enough perhaps that's what gave us our edge? I don't know but we had got good at our job up until now, as I looked around at my brothers and sisters I saw the hate for Kai well up in my team mates eyes; and somewhere I knew I was going to have to chose which side I was going to be on; deep down I knew it wasn't on theirs.

Rogue made the rule for betrayal clear to us and most of all me, since the team leader sees the most action they suffer the most with flashbacks, it is they who are more likely to turn rogue than any other member of their unit, and betraying the unit meant death.

For a few moments the face of every man I had killed came up fresh in mind, back in those days my only concern was killing those men; I didn't care about their families or who'd they leave behind; the jobs were simple they had too die.

I saw fear in some men's eyes, hatred in others and some had visions of their children who were going to grow up knowing their fathers had been killed by me, if Interpol was saying what I thought they were saying about killing Kai, then shouldn't the children of all those men I had to kill die too encase they grew up in their fathers footsteps and picked up where they left off.

I remember a mission to Italy that happened just like that, I killed Giorgio Febrile a mob boss, a few years later his son took over the family business and we had to take him out; the more I thought abut it was it truly worth going after Kai? There wasn't a bounty for him it was as if Interpol was scared that he would become something that couldn't be controlled, could he become something worse than his grandfather?

I found myself confronted by my morals I was meant to protect the innocent, and judge the guilty not take down children just so Interpol can get the man they've wanted for so long and protect future relationships between countries. It seemed that this was going to be one of the toughest missions I had ever done.

Okay you can say what's so hard about killing someone? All you gotta do is pull the trigger, but what happens if you were to be put in that position? Would you kill someone without remorse and in cold blood? I know you're lieing if you think you can only the special military services would truly know about this game we play.

From the moment we got on the plane Kai wherever he was; was now a hunted animal and Crow had just lowered themselves to being mindless bounty hunters; I couldn't help but wonder what he was up to right now, could he be blading practising to get better or simply training either way he didn't know death was coming and he had his grandfather to thank for it.