Dawn.

Justin Part II

Raymond's POV

8th of February, 3 AM.

Me and Justin are still waiting for the target, Liam Harris, to get out of the bar. As far as Damian informed, he is a 176 cm, 87 KG, 36 years old single white man. Has no known first class family only few distanced relatives. He is bald and has tattoos all over his right arm, most distinguishable one is a dragon tattoo. A stinky molester and mainly interested in under-aged girls. An all bark no bite muscle head. He goes to this bar almost everyday, but almost is off course not a reliable word, though every Thursday it is certain that he is there and he leaves at 3:30, always. Speed shouldn't be a problem and probably his physical ability isn't much above average. Reason why we are after such a scum, because he happened to trip over a file of some kind of importance and needs to be immediately eliminated. Reason why we are specifically sent .... The target needs to be tortured and properly hid away. The dumb-ass obviously thought he can blackmail the boss.

We both crouched on the edge of a short building roof waiting for the target to move. He is supposed to go out of the bar in twenty minutes. I looked at Justin who was acting a little bit abnormally. He wasn't in his usual cool state. He was rather impatient and more tensed. It can't be about what we have to do because the target really was not of a big deal. I stared at him from the corner of my eye, but had no intention to ask about anything.

Actually if it is ever an absolute decision for me to make, I would choose to never talk. Justin noticed my stare and probably knew what is going inside my head and he sighed. He understands me well enough that I probably would never team up with anyone other than him and if he died, because it is a total possibility as he is an emotional mother fucking psychopath, I would just quit. Being with him doesn't require talking much and that's enough reason to keep him as a partner, regardless to his emotional roller coaster.

"What are you staring at, jerkass?" He hissed. I looked the other way and sighed. I am older than you, spoiled bastard. Ya know that? I am your fucking senior here as well. Show respect, spoiled rotten brat. I would tell him all of that off course, but I can never feel enough motivation to utter any shit.

I just hope I won't end up with the worst case scenario. That he would start telling me his problem and shit would actually get real and I would have to talk. Please, whatever higher power up in the sky if you are looking down at us just do- "Say, Ray." Justin cut off my internal prayer and I felt like stabbing myself. I stayed still silently pretending I didn't hear him to give him a chance to rethink everything and just back down from this confession that is about to start.

"Ray!" He yelled. You mother fucking spoiled brat! We are on a mission here. We can be revealed and shot dead, you good for nothing twisted fucker! I slowly turned around to look at him. I stared without saying one word. He kept staring back. Seriously? Is this some kind of staring competition now? Just start talking already!

"I am going to introduce myself" He said quietly gazing out. What's with the dreamy look? What is he talking about anyway? Introducing himself to wh- Oh! Finally, the girl he has been stalking for the past two years. Took you long enough, idiot. So what? What is he expecting me to say? I absolutely have no idea what I should say and I absolutely don't feel like spending time thinking about something to say so I just nodded.

"What the fuck? This is all you got?" He asked looking at me in disappointment. What?! Just because you are acting like a teenage girl waiting for her long lost love doesn't mean I will join you too. He kept staring. Why is he so nervous? He can just kidnap her if she rejected him for all I care.

He gave up on me and looked away. I sighed "Do you want me to tag along?" I asked him. This is the best I can offer and this is actually a lot.

"Heck no! What am I? A kid going for his first day at school and his mother is tagging along?"