Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 1 -

| On a Tuesday in October, Sar and Wen are in their apartment in Kenner, on the second floor. |

[14:30]

The two were hanging out in their shared bedroom, doing one of the two: either scrolling on their phones or attempting to make a war fleet out of blankets and tables.

Right now, they were in the process of the latter, which is to say, assembling a fort/fleet with an office desk that belonged to Sar, an enormous and fluffy blanket that is of Wen's property, and a couple of pillows from the living room.

To wit, the pillows consisted of cat pillows, video game characters like Bendy and a few pillows that stood out in particular:

The Twin Towers and 2 large airplanes.

Why they own such pillows is unclear, but they usually tend to have pillow fights with them.

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In their bedroom, the fort was half-way done now. Wen's blanket lay evenly on the office desk, leaving an enclosed space under the table.

Sar got in the war fleet, sorting out all the pillows and laying them out under the table while Wen got multiples candles to set a nice atmosphere,
her tablet they used for watching films or documentaries (which Sar forced her to watch),
some plushies that also included some of Sar's stolen ones,
and most importantly, she was making popcorn.

Amidst the popcorn popping in the microwave, Sar called out: "You done yet?"

"NO!" Wen yelled back, still having to wait another 30 seconds. Meanwhile, Sar had already laid out most pillows, and Wen came in holding a bowl of popcorn, a tablet, candles, and plushies; the supplies needed to survive in a war fleet.

She began advancing towards the fort where Sar was arranging the inside. Just as Sar was holding the airplane pillows, her phone rang loudly in her pocket; her ringtone was that of The German National Anthem; the words EINIGKEIT UND RECHT UND FREIHEIT! sounded from her phone.

In an instance, she dropped the two airplanes onto the Twin Towers causing another 9/11, yet not as tragic as the one in 2001.

The Deutschlied also interfered with Wen's stability causing her to drop the candles, luckily not lit, the plushies, the popcorn dropping out of the bowl, and the tablet falling but miraculously surviving.

Quickly, Sar yanked her phone out of her pocket to answer the call and stop The National Anthem of Germany.

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"Greetings, Assassins." the voice called out from the other end.

Wen was fed up by this constant greeting. "Bro, I said stop saying that. We're not in some kinda movie or something." Wen said, clearly annoyed by this.

Sar chimed in: "Um, actually, it's pretty funny, and I feel cool now."

"Shut up. You're not cool." Wen snapped back.

Sar raised both eyebrows and gaped at Wen in mock offense. "YES, I AM!"

"No, you're not."

The caller wasn't too fond of their arguing, which was almost 50% of the time. "Could you maybe tone it down a bit? This is serious."

Wen was already back to being serious, despite the tablet from earlier having been dropped on her foot, impaling it greatly. Sar also got it together and listened intently to what the manager wanted.

"You're being hired to assassinate someone. His name is Stefan Charles Smith, a 47-year-old man. If done properly, you'll each be paid 7.000$ on the date of [REDACTED]."

The two hitwomen glanced at each other as if saying 'Teamwork is dreamwork', but there still wasn't a proper reasoning as to why this man needed to be killed.

"Alright. But we still need a reason, y'know?" Sar asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes, of course there is a reason." they started,

"This man has been confirmed to commit pedophilic actions. The worst thing is, he's gone unpunished for far too long. 5 years." they continued, letting a few seconds pass before continuing,
"Multiple victims of s-xual assault, some who were even murdered in cold blood."

Silence hung in the air for a mere moment, until Wen broke it: "Damn.. Alright, we will get the job done."

"Glad I could count on you two." the manager stated, relieved and began to list numerous important details to Sar and Wen, who began to write everything down in a nearby notebook.