" Take the damn job " she screams at me, slamming me into the wall.
" Fuck you" I spit at her.
" Take it our we turn you over to Akatsuki" she threatens me.
That isn't a bluff ,she has contacts with them, FUCK
"4000 more " I say, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
She smirks " only 4000 more?" she mocks " your getting soft" she watches my face for a reaction. Her face twists to an ugly sneer " whatever. half now and half when you bring his head"
I'm going to vomit. I maybe a mercenary but that doesn't mean goddamn hired-killer.
" tch" is my reply
" here's his whereabouts and his techniques, good luck….Isshi " she taunts me while leaving, throwing the files on the dust caked table.
I seal my paintings and tools into scrolls, packing them in a light weight bag. After I set out I try to memorize the files on the run.
When I enter the area he's standing in front of someone so I cant see them.
Doesn't matter.
I throw a modified kunai silently through the air as it sails towards him someone- a girl- screams for him to move.
I freeze after hearing the voice
IMPOSSIBLE!