[Warning: the plot for this chapter is extremely slow. Please be prepared for shit.]
(Chris's POV)
I could see him hesitate as I called him my future partner. After a few awkward seconds of silence, he reached out his right hand stiffly and shook mine back. "I'm 008, Alan Walker. Call me Alan."
I had this special way of reading people's emotions, developed slowly through my twelve-year career that have come in handy in a great many missions, and I used it on this Walker guy now. His jaw was clenched tight; that meant great tension and reluctance. His eyes were hidden under shadows; that meant resentment and restrain...
Damn. I felt a small smile creep onto my lips. He's an exact replica of me.
...The youngster was slender and middle-height, but I saw his build for his job, along with the immense potential and promise yet to be discovered. He'd be a good partner, I begrudgingly admitted to myself, Fuck, I have to give Joel that one...
Oh, by the way, my manager Joel is the most annoying piece of shit in the whole universe.
For starters he insisted upon calling himself "Joe-eh-le" and cursed the shit out of me the first time we met—of course I mispronounced his name, who the fuck would have a name like that—
As I was lost in my own thoughts, I heard somebody talking in the ancient language.
"Kom igjen Alan, vær snill mot ham [Come on Alan, be nice to him]. Han vil være din fremtidige partner, uansett hva [He'll be your future partner, no matter what]. Sug den opp [Suck it up]," who I assumed to be Alan's manager said to him.
Wait, the ancient language?
The grin grew wider on my face as I decided to mess around with them for a bit.
"Ikke bekymre deg [Don't worry], hvis jeg synes du er for irriterende [if I find you too annoying], ville jeg dumpe deg først [I would dump you first]," I said.
Alan's manager raised his head in astonishment and looked at me a bit embarrassed, as well as bewildered. "You know the ancient language?!"
I smirked and twirled my knife around in my hands. "Come on, I do this for a profession. I know a bit of everything."
"Tell you what, Comstock." The silent teenager finally spoke up, and the fury was evident in his voice, "You are a pretty fucked-up peacock."
"Yeah?" My smirk got wider. "May I know why, charming 008?"
Alan's voice was cold and hard as he spat, "If you would dump anyone that's 'too annoying', how about Joel?"
(Alan's POV)
Fuck Comstock for eavesdropping on our conversation and calling me by code number. I hate code numbers.
But I still fucked him up pretty bad though, in return.
The prickling smile on Comstock's face vanished as I mentioned Joel's name. His shoulders tensed, and dark shadows flitted across his expression.
"Don't mess with me youngster," he growled through clenched teeth, "You'll regret ever being born."
"Oh yeah?" I said casually, "I bet daddy Joel would—
"No, Alan!" Tri exclaimed, "Don't push him!"
"—punish baby Comstock for that."
His whole body started to tremble with fury along with my words. "How dare you," he hissed, taking a step forward, "I will rip out your throat with my bare hands for that..."
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Fanfiction[Marshlan/Marshwalker/Mellowalker fanfic] --This is not a real world. Alan Walker is a young but infamous hired assassin. His name meant death to whoever the clients wanted dead. That's because he liked to act alone...that is, until he was forced to...
