Mr & Mr Hitman

Dine with the Assassins

The laughter of Nathaniel could be heard throughout the whole home, the young boy finding the scene before him entertaining.

Samuel and Cameron both sat on the rug in the Hudson's living room, held a controller, and were concentrated on the game they were having. A car race, where the younger man was in front of the older one. But what made the toddler laugh was how both the men were pushing and bumping each other in real life, plainly throwing family-friendly insults occasionally.

Yes. Hitmen play games too.

"Son of a biscuit eater," Cam bit his lower lip, nearly losing his position in the match.

"You're the one cheating, mother puffin bacon," Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

The cold was starting to manifest itself, as the wind blew, emitting high-pitched sounds when the rapid gust of breeze blasted against the branches. The snowfall was yet to come, and the habitants of Michigan took this as a warning that this year's winter would be worst than the previous ones.

"Why is she late?", Joanna turned to her husband, who was sat on the couch just beside her.

The man watched the hand of the clock slowly tick in its usual clockwise way. "Seven past ten," he muttered, tapping his right foot repeatedly on the floor.

"Don't worry too much, I'm sure she's nearly here," Seiko smiled at the concerned parents.

"You're right-" Stephen's words were overlapped with the insults of Samuel.

"What the frog? I used a booster, how did you win?", he placed the controller on the floor.

"Your hands are getting rusty," Cameron winked.

"You're indirectly insulting everyone in this room apart from Nate and yourself," Seiko held his palm up, the surface of the skin was bumpy because of his veins and timeworn flesh.

"That's not-" Cameron shifted glances around the room, looking for his words, "What I meant is-", he stopped midsentence when they heard a knock on the door.

While his wife scurried to open the door, Stephen inquired, "It's a shame Priscilla and her mate cannot make it to dinner."

"They'll definitely join us for drinks, so it's not half bad," Sam replied.

"I wonder why she thought we would not accept her relationship," Seiko sighed, "Surely, it is believable that the older generations don't particularly conform to this, but it doesn't necessarily mean that open-minded people don't exist," the man ranted. "One's happiness cannot be based on someone else's rules."

"Listen to this wise man," Stephen laughed loudly before his eyes fell on his daughter. Olivia Hudson had shiny brown hair like her mother's, with golden highlights at the ends. Her long eyelashes batted, exposing her deep blue eyes, obviously a trait from her father. She was a beauty in its own.

"Mommy!", Nathaniel exclaimed, rushing to his mother's side.

Joanna smiled warmly at the reunion, kindly asking them to sit at the dinner table.

While everyone talked and laughed with their mouth full of food, Cameron sat quietly, munching on a chicken nugget. He sensed that there was something wrong with Olivia.

Her eyes reflected nothingness. Despite grinning and distinctly enjoying herself, it looked like she was suppressing something.

A secret perhaps? Maybe.

It reminded him of his mother.

The young man felt a light tap on his thigh and turned to see Nathaniel holding a skewer with chicken and vegetables, "Cammy, eat."

'Cammy' chuckled, "I'm full, Nate."

"But," Samuel blinked as he smirked, making the other man rolled his eyes, "Cammy, you barely ate anything."

Cameron ignored the man who was poking him with the handle of a spoon and watched as sadness flowed over the toddler's face, clutching the skewer with both his hands. Feeling a gush of guiltiness take over him, he took the brochette and bite a piece of pepper, smiling when he noticed the satisfied grin and contented eyes of the young boy.

"You're a good guy actually," Sam whispered.

"Not to anyone," the younger man shrugged, "Even though I was giving you the opportunity to win earlier."

"Yeah, like I believe you," the taller man shook his head.

"We both had the same materials, same opportunities, just different skills," Cameron smirked, "And it turns out I'm better than you."

Samuel chuckled, feeling blood rising to his head, "You aren't saying that for the game," he paused, lowering this voice more, "Are you, Mr. Hitman?"

"You acknowledge it then?", the man sipped on his wine.

"If you want to believe lovely lies, I won't stop you."

"Oh but you're the one refusing to accept the dirty truth."

Cameron's grin faded when he felt his phone vibrate, a message appearing on his lock screen.

Next target: Matthew Field