Matthew ran down the side walk as fast as possible. The sun was still pretty high up considering it was only 6. When he arrived in front of the building he gave a sigh, unlocked the door, and walked into the threshold. Matthew calmly glided up the familiar staircase and walked down the hall towards the closed door. Standing outside the door, he flattened his hair, huffing at the stupid strand that stuck out awkwardly, straightened his clothing, schooled his expression, and opened the door.

The client in the room stood and turned towards Matthew, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Accustomed to this behaviour he crossed the room and stuck his hand out.

"Hello sir, I believe you called for a hitman?" Matthew stated face blank of emotion. The client's face contorted.

"Is this a joke? I was informed that this was one of the most respectable companies in the whole country!" The man whispered harshly, stepping forward. The hand Matthew was holding out flicked back to his waist band and pointed a cold metal object to the other man's forehead in mere milliseconds.

"Bam." Matthew said with a sadistic grin on his jovial face. The client blinked and flinched back. "Now why don't we just calm down, sit and talk, oui?" The blonde asked still bearing the twisted smile. The client nodded quickly and speed-walked over to the couch where the man's guard was regarding him coldly. Matthew wiped the grin off and followed the middle aged man to the meeting area holding his hand out to Craig as he walked. The black-haired man, who hadn't even blinked at Matthew's display, handed him a thick file folder. The teen sat down on the couch while looking through the folder.

"So, Mr.-" Violet eyes scanned the page he was holding. "Ludwig Beilschmidt. Mr. Beilschmidt, maybe we should start over." The pale teen said focusing his sharp eyes back onto the German individual in front of him. The blue-eyed man coughed into his hand and nodded.

"J-ja, that would be for the best. I apologize for my outburst earlier Mr.-" He trailed off.

"Williams." Matthew supplied without hesitation. He adapted that as his false name. He didn't need anybody to find out that he was part of the Kirkland-Bonnefoy family. No, that would not do at all.

"Mr. Williams, I have heard that you are the best at what you do and I am willing to pay a high price for the completion of this job." The man said brushing imaginary dust off of his suit. His light blue eyes focused on the teen sitting in front of him. Said adolescent nodded, signalling for him to continue speaking. "The contract I would like to make with you involves the assassination of the Prime Minister." The reaction was immediate. Craig off to the side started chocking on the water he had just been drinking and a tiny flicker of surprise flew so fast through the assassins eyes that anyone who saw wondered if it was ever there in the first place.

"I expected an important higher up, but not that high up." Matthew said after a moment of silence. "How much were you thinking for my services?"

"One million is the price I offer." Ludwig replied seriously. The wavy-haired teen made a humming noise of consideration.

"That seems a little shallow for what you're asking of me, doesn't it?" He said cocking his head to the side in feigned innocence. "I think that maybe two million would be reasonable?" The German spluttered.

"That's a little farfetched! One and a half million." He wagered.

"One million nine-hundred thousand."

"One million six-hundred thousand."

"One million eight-hundred thousand. I will go no lower." Matthew stated with a sense of finality that everyone felt like a slap of cold air. The blue-eyed man considered it in his head then nodded.

"Very well Mr. Williams. One million eight-hundred thousand in unmarked bills is yours for the disposal of the Prime Minister of Canada." Matthew nodded.

"Before we get into the contract signing, however, I would like to ask; in which circumstance will I be performing my 'act'?"

"Tomorrow at 6:30 pm, the Prime Minister is appearing at a social in Vancouver. I would like for you to get rid of him in any way you see fit." Ludwig informed the teen. The violet-eyed teen nodded, quickly calculating the time and distance. Vancouver was just a couple miles away. It shouldn't be too hard to get where he needed to be.

"Alright, that can be done. Now what I want you to do is give me the eight-hundred thousand now and after I publicly execute the Prime Minister, you can give me the rest at an assigned date. Understood?" Matthew asked, gesturing to the briefcase the man's guard was holding, before sliding the contract over to the German. Ludwig looked over the contract and found that everything was in place. He nodded before signing with the offered pen.

Matthew picked the contract up after he was positive the blue-eyed man was done and stood up. He walked over to his photocopier and after pressing a few buttons he arrived back to the seating area with three double-sided copies of the contract. He handed one over to Ludwig and kept the other two.

The German gestured to his guard for the briefcase and lifted it onto the coffee table. He unclasped the locks and pulled the colourful bills out. He counted the wad in his hand, grabbed a few more bills and recounted. Satisfied with the amount, he handed the large stack of cash over to the Canadian, who then counted it himself again. After, he handed the cash to his associate. Craig took the cash and spread the bills on the desk. With a device the German swore was not in Craig's hand before, he bathed a blue light over the money. After a minute, the amber-eyed man gave Matthew a thumb up. The blonde nodded.

"It was very nice doing business with you, Mr. Beilschmidt." The teen said giving a small smile and sticking his hand out. This time, Ludwig took the hint and immediately shook the assassin's hand, smiling as well.

After the German had excused himself and left the building, guided by Craig, Matthew had pulled a small USB necklace out from under his shirt and plugged it in to one of the computers lined along the room. He walked over to the photocopier again and scanned the contract, saving the document to his computer. He strode back to the screen where he saved the two sides of the paper and cut and pasted the file into his USB folder. After making sure it saved he pulled the stick out and put the necklace around his neck again. Craig walked back in and all but shrieked.

"MATTHEW! One million eight-hundred thousand DOLLARS!" The older man screamed running around the room. While Craig was rejoicing about his very likely raise, Matthew glanced over at the clock eyes widening.

"Shit! I've got to go, Craig. Lock up on your way out you crazy son of a bitch!" Matthew called already down the stairs after swiping the cash. He ran out of the building and sprinted towards his home.

A wild Ludwig appeared! Guys, you need to tell me how I'm doing. Tell me if it's good. Tell me if it's bad. Tell me if I should stop writing and become a hobo. Anything. You guys are still awesome either way though.

Translations:

Ja= Yeah

Oui= Yes