Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 2 -

[15:30]

Writing down everything in the notebook, they paid close attention. The convicted felon had been in jail before, multiple times, even.

"I think that was it. Did you get everything?" Their manager asked.

"Yes, I think we did. That man is insane." Sar said, Wen added: "How did bro get away with it for such a long time?"

Sar shrugged and put away the pencil on the ground. "I dunno."

"Well," the caller started, "I'll leave you to it. Have fun, you two."

"Yeah, you too. See you." Wen said and hung up the call, giving back Sar's phone. They decided to relax for a little while and revise what there was to know about their target, Stefan.

Stefan was of Serbian descent, he was abused as a child, mainly by his mother, after his father left them. He then turned into an alcoholic and thus developed unhealthy eating habits. This impacted his well-being (which wasn't that well), causing him to abuse, manipulate and exploit others.

Not to mention, Stefan owned a company, a very famous one, the name of which is [REDACTED]. He used that to his advantage, and some reports stated that he indulged in drug dealing as well.

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"That movie was really good, not gonna lie." Wen stated as she was cleaning up the floor. Sar turned off the candles and put them back in a cabinet, they could probably be used for next time.

"True." Sar responded, "Terrifier 3 is so well-made." She turned off the candles and put them back in the cabinet, they could probably be used for next time. The various pillows and plushies were still in the fort which she took and tossed on her bed.

In a matter of 5 minutes, everything was already cleaned up. "Alright! We're finally done." Wen called out and sat on her bed in accomplishment. "Ah, ah" Sar noted, waving a finger, "We still have to move my desk."

Wen just groaned at the reminder. "It's your desk, so you should move it." she remarked, put one hand on her hip and the other pointing from the desk to Sar.

Sar was not happy. "Excuse me? What happened to 'Teamwork is Dreamwork'? Besides, I-"
Before she could finish that sentence, Wen interrupted her: "Nuh uh! It was your idea to build this fort."

Despite them being adults, they still argued like children.

"Look, let's just stop and do this together, ok?" Sar offered, hoping that this pointless argument would stop.

"Fine." Wen responded with a hint of annoyance. They went on opposite sides and carried the desk to where it usually stood.

Now, everything was tidied up and they could prepare for their victims demise.

Wen grabbed her Sig Sauer P226 and put it her hip holster, safe and secure.
Sar thought for a moment: 'Should I also get a gun like Wen, or a knife..?'
She decided on a knife this time, grabbing the Cold Steel Recon 1.

"Well then, are you ready, Comrade?" Sar asked in a mischievous tone. Wen responded in the same tone: "Oh, of course. Did you get everything? Weapon, gloves, GPS, camera-"

"-ID, cash, bleach. Yes, I have everything." Sar finished, it was like protocol at this point.

[16:30]

Sar and Wen got to the entrance, fully equipped, you could say. They knew exactly where their target, Stefan, would be. The time was also clear.

At 17:15, he usually went to the bar, giving in to many drinks and many, rather, questionable conversations. Definitely not pleasant ones for sure.

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Sar urged Wen, who was still tying her shoes. "Late? No, we're never late. You're always so.. what do you call that.." Wen responsed, pausing for a moment. "..time-obsessed."

"Better than being a procrastinator." Sar commented. "Now tie those shoes. I'll wait for you outside."

Thus, she walked out, and Wen followed shortly after. Both of them went towards their car, a Mercedes Benz E-Class.

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