Barry Berkman

Part 4

We sat down at the table as Fuches gave Barry a beer and me a water. It was quiet for a second until Fuches spoke up.

"Well now what the hell are you two doing together?" Barry looked at his can and said,

"You hired her to kill me?" It went eerily silent. Fuches stared at a wall and after a minute said,

"Barry, I can expla-" Fuches started to say, but Barry cut him off.

"Aw shut up man! No! No! You don't get to just hire another hitter to come in and wipe me out just because you're mad I found a new hobby!" Barry raged.

"Barry please". Fuches said, his tone low and quiet.

"No! I told you I'm done with hits so you send this bitch to kill me and then Goran shows up asking me for a hit? What the hell? What, were you double booked or some shit?" He stood up, throwing his arms up exasperatedly. I decided to keep quiet.

"Barry, listen, please!" Fuches said, slightly louder. Barry sat down glaring at him.

"Okay, you want to know why I hired her? Hmm? Well I'll tell you. She's good, good as hell. And not better than you, just good. I never hired Goran, I tried to get Hank to kill him but Hank didn't listen because they are friends, and so I told Y/N to kill you like how the Chechens do it so we could frame them, and get enemies against Hanks. It wasn't anything against you, I swear."

Barry and I sat in silence as we both processed that. I was told Barry was working for Bolivians and couldn't be trusted, not to frame Hank. Barry seemed to be wary of Fuches too. Hank was a good man, but if you messed with him, you were screwed.

Barry started chuckling, louder and louder until he screamed, stood up and flipped the table over.

"You mean to tell me you wanted to mess with Hank? You stupid son of a.. Fuches! Do I not tell you enough how dangerous he is?!" By now Barry was on the verge of tears. They must've been close or something.

"And you," He turned to face me, a look of pure hatred wiped across his face. "You just show up, kill Goran and think you can get away with it? You didn't think I would be fine with a dead guy in my house?!" I shook my head, feeling scared. Then it was Fuches' turn to yell at me.

"You WHAT?!" He stood up. "You killed Goran? Why? Now Hank is going to kill me! Oh fuck." He sat back down, head in his hands. Barry sat down too. We all sat there thinking. Pondering about what we should do, I looked out the window and that's when I saw it. Him.

Hank.