<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/c55ef9cf-0861-4f89-b7ad-21d4c66a7526_zpscdaac827.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Are you sure you're ready for this Aerith? It's going to be a tough one...</span>His brother asked over the phone. He lifted a brow and looked around him. People were passing him and not even looking back. They didn't know him, they didn't know anything about the man. Hidden between his belt and his shirt he held a gun there, underneath his jacket. Another pistol remained on his side, but that was allowed to be scene. He was licensed, but that didn't mean that people didn't feel comfortable with it. They would glance at him, wondering to see his badge, but he could only pull out his license. Pressing his lips together, he chewed on the pink finger on his right hand for a moment before releasing it and wiping it off on his jeans. Nodding, as if his brother was there to look at him, he finally took in a breath.<span style="font-weight: bold">I'm going to do it.</span>He said.<span style="font-weight: bold">There is nothing you can say to make me say no.</span>His brother could only snort at him.<span style="color: #FF0000">I wasn't going to tell you no. I am just not sure if you should do this or not because you've been out of the job for a while.</span>Aerith hung up the phone at that point. His brother could go and suck a dick.<br/><br/>Aerith pushed away from the wall and walked down the alleyway, coming back to reality with the masses of people passing by him. The city was packed today. It would be difficult to get the man alone. He would know the moment that he saw Aerith's face that someone was after him. That his life was going to end today. He had to be sly about this. He dug his hands into his jacket and walked forward. Barely missing the glances from women who passed him, he didn't even bother to notice them. He had seen them, but they didn't know that. He could only imagine what was going through their heads now that he didn't pay attention to them.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, he's a douchebag. He didn't even smile at me.</span>Just the thought alone made him smile as he glanced forward and headed into the crowd, barely missing shoulder hits and elbow hits from flailing arms of exaggerating people. He pressed his lips together. The wind was light on his face, the smell of toxins coming from the cars filled his nostrils. Scents of food also filled his nose as he passed by restaurants. Smoke filled his face as people who didn't care about those that were around them. He hesitated for a moment, but he continued on. In his mindset, he had to keep thinking that those people were not his targets. He had to keep moving. He couldn't let any of the men that he was with know that he was coming. They would recognize him too...<br/><br/>As this wasn't the first time he was going after the man. He had missed before, but not anymore. He wasn't going to miss this time. Taking his time getting to the building, he stepped inside. People were still socializing, not paying attention. It was a normal grey day. It was only a matter of time until police and cops would show up. He took in a deep breath. It was go time. Having the inside covered, he was let in easily. He moved his way up through the elevators. Standing with people he didn't even know, he kept his eyes forward, not paying attention to anyone. Making it to the third from the top floor, he walked out and said hi to the secretary. She waved to him and he walked into the office where his main man was.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">What the hell are you doing here?</span>The man in an expensive suit said. A gold watch sparkled in the dim light as he was standing near the window. He was alone. And that just made it that much easier. Standing there, he dug his hands into his pockets.<span style="font-weight: bold">You know why I'm here, Jinx.</span>He said and the man shook his head, glaring at him.<span style="color: #4040FF">My name is not Jinx in this building.</span>The man hissed. He shrugged his shoulders in return and could only laugh.<span style="font-weight: bold">Honestly, I could call you whatever the fuck I wanted to. Let's go. You're going to breakfast, big man.</span>Aerith stepped forward and the man didn't move closer to him, but to his desk and Aerith immediately unsheathed his gun and pointed it straight at him.<span style="font-weight: bold">Motherfucker, you better not even press that secret button that you got there. If you do, you will die right there where you stand. No one will here a thing. My silencer is the best my dear friend. So you better make a better decision and come with me like I just asked.</span>The man shook terribly and stepped away from the desk and walked toward him with his hands up. Putting his gun away, the man seemed to soften again and Aerith lifted a brow.<span style="font-weight: bold">If you even dare signal to anyone you are distressed I will kill that brand new wife of yours after I fuck her.</span>The man about broke his neck looking at him so fast.<span style="color: #4040FF">You keep her out of this. She doesn't have a clue about this.</span>Aerith shrugged his shoulders.<span style="font-weight: bold">Then put on a smile big man. We got a lot of people to see.</span><br/><br/>From there, they walked out, laughing as if they were great friends. He waved to the secretary and she smiled at him before winking at him and he smiled at his friend.<span style="font-weight: bold">I like your secretary.</span>The man just rolled his eyes.<span style="color: #4040FF">She'll open her legs for anyone. Don't think your special.</span>As they passed by a few people, he had seen a woman that caught his attention. He couldn't keep his gaze forward, but kept his arm around the shoulders of the man.<br/><br/>They had to keep moving.