Quackity POV
Someone unlocks his room early in the morning. He wakes as he hears the lock click. He has specially trained his body to wake up at certain sounds.
He wonders if it's that annoying assassin again, but no one opens the door.
He can't believe they are recruiting him AND training him with practically the worst assassin possible.
He stays in bed, staring at the door. Finally it opens a crack and some clothes are shoved into the room.
"Training center. 30 minutes," the voice says gruffly. The door closes.
He sits up completely and walks over to inspect the clothes, some of his assassin gear could be finally returned to him.
Training...
He's starting training with that dumb assassin today?
Quackity sighs and gets up to go get changed into something better for today. The second he steps out of the room, a strong man cuffs him and starts to lead him roughly down the hall.
Damn dude, way to be rude.
He thinks to himself in annoyance.
He follows the man willingly down some steps and into the lockers of the training area. He has to admit it does look nice and fancy...
The man takes the cuffs off him and leaves abruptly, Quackity rubs his wrists, annoyed by all the manhandling he's getting here.
The assassin sighs and prepares himself to see the other assassin again. He notices a coat, a beanie, and a pair of round thin framed glasses left in the lockers and assumes it must be his.
He takes off his beanie and ties his hair back in a partial ponytail to at least keep some out of his face, he then walks out of the lockers and into the big training center.
Immediately looking around, he marvels at how nice it looks. There are bulletproof glass windows from the main hall that look down on the dome shape. Targets are set up on one side and there's quite a few racks with practice knives and guns. He spots Wilbur standing in one corner in the black tank top. He sighs a little and starts to make his way over to the other assassin.
Wilbur POV
He stands there, holding the dagger in his hand and sizing up the target yet again. He needs to figure out exactly what he's doing wrong to get his accuracy up. He then hears walking feet, snapping him out of his focus.
Quackity is here!
"What are you doing?" the shorter male's voice asks.
Wilbur turns and stares at him. He's wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck, a belt with spots for daggers and guns, and some baggy cargo pants with even more pockets. His black fluffy hair is tied back in a partial ponytail.
Damn he got even hotter.
He keeps staring for a while. Quackity looks a little bored and stretches.
"You gonna say something?" he asks finally, his gaze sweeps over Wilbur as well and the taller male can't help but wonder if he's checking him out too.
"Oh hey Quackity, long time no see," he grins a little.
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Assassin Au - Tnt Duo
Hayran Kurgu"Ah shit, I missed the real target." Wilbur works for an agency that kills people, particularly rich people. But while on a mission when he almost dies, he is saved by someone with a very accurate shot. He meets another assassin from a different ag...
