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"Agent, how was the mission?" A tall man in a black suit asks.

"Nothing an A tier assassin like me can't handle. You're lucky you didn't send out the newbie, I'm sure he would've died." The assasin says, putting down the unconscious man he carried on his shoulders and handcuffing him to a pole to assure he wouldn't escape.

"Talking about Jeff?"

"Yes. He's got lots of training to do, and yet you were willing to send him out for a suicide mission." Not a hint of malice in his voice, but he knew that deep inside of him, he was full of hatred towards the man.

"He can dodge weapons like you can." The man points out.

"But can he dodge bullets? Can he jump off walls? Can he handle anything but a gun? Didn't think so." Still his voice was as monotone as ever.

"Alright, alright. I guess you're right." The man puts his hands up in mock defense.

"I know I'm right. Where's Yeking?"

"My, you treat the younger trainees like they're your children."

"Of course. They were dragged into this mess because of me, so might as well do my best to make it up for them. Now answer my question, boss."

"Fine. Yeking is out spying on your next target." The man takes the assasin's arm and brings him over to the very top floor of the building. It was well-lit compared to the basement they were in just a while ago.

Now, they were in a presentation room. The man dims the lights and opened up the projector.

It showed a boy around the assassin's age. He had red hair and held a white puppy in his arms.

"This, my friend, is your ticket to becoming an S tier assassin."

"What? A guy with big shoulders and a dog? I've handled worse, like that freak scientist." The assassin deadpans.

"No, kid. This is Kwak Dawit, heir to the KWK Incorporation."

"You mean..?"

"Yes, I mean the CEO of the biggest company's son. I ask you to assassinate him and do it well."

The agent thought to himself for a while. His final target before becoming the first S tier assasin of the organization and having enough authority to get the hell out of there.

But he's been doing this all his life. Would he really want to leave?

Time is running out. He should-

"So, are you up for the challenge, agent?"

...

"Agent MU accepts the task."

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