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Sometimes he wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't chosen this way, had decided to just leave it all behind and start a different life without... LIFE. He still was annoyed about this stupid name, but what had he expected from DEATH and those idiots they called leaders?

In thoughts and with the growing anger in his body as he thought of that mafia, he looked down to the streets of Madrid.

The new Killing Morth... she had surprised him. He hated surprises. This woman named 'Hannah' had ruined everything. With a tight grip around the bottle his hand held, he drank from the beer.

"You won't jump out of that window, will you?"

Without turning around, he knew who had asked that; it rarely happened the voice didn't contain amusement. He had managed for the amusement to drop more often, though. It was gone as soon as she was scared or angry... or in pain.

"Not before I reached my goal", he mumbled, saw in the corner of his eye how the woman sat down next to him with a sigh, pushed a part of her blue hair that had fallen on her chest back behind her shoulder.

"You have many goals, Snake"

Ignoring Scorpion's words, the man turned his head, eyes landing on her arm, around which was a bandage.

"Your arm's still not healed", he remarked, looked outside again with another sip of his bottle. The woman next to him put her right foot wearing boots on the soft bench they sat on, put her healthy arm on her knee as she watched him.

"I'm not a machine; unlike what you expect me to be"

"I'm aware of that", Snake answered, didn't look at her. "Otherwise Harry Styles would be dead by now"

Scorpion had to chuckle dryly and bit her tongue to not say something she'd get in trouble for. "I've never met a man with this much luck"

"He's a boy"

Lifting her eyebrows, the woman was once again witness of Snake getting angry about a curly haired, 25 years old guy both had tried to kill for a few times already. Nevertheless, he was very alive and Snake was getting more furious every day. While she mustered the man, she wondered if this Harry guy really was a boy, who just was very lucky and had nine lives like a cat, or if he just was a very smart and talented man. It didn't change the fact she didn't think much of him; he hadn't needed to do anything but survive to make her hate him.

"I don't care what he is", she answered, took the bottle from Snake's hand. "I just want him gone"

With that, she had a big sip. Snake nodded, while staring outside. "Maybe I should consider a different strategy. I thought it's easier to focus on that clown, because L'eau Courante is the head of DEATH, but..."

At first Scorpion let out a chuckle, before the bottle moved away from her lips. Just the thought of trying to kill this small, feisty leader was funny. "Yeah and exactly that head of DEATH is all over the Casanova"

Snake's tensed jaw told Scorpion enough, but she talked on. "This new Killing Morth girl, Hannah... she also helped to save Harry. Those curls walked into DEATH and made anyone fall for him; if he is gone, there will be a lot missing. Plus, L'eau Courante will fall and be completely devastated. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I want them all gone"

"What's with the Italian doucheback?"

"He's not Italian"

"Whatever, I can't remember all of their fucked up names and nationalities", Scorpion rolled her eyes. Then she pulled down the corners of her mouth. "I do remember how I kicked his ass, though"