Derek Crane The assassin chronicles

Trying not to kill the fatass

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I took a deep breath and faced the seven men and two women currently pointing their ak47's at be precious face.

Ah, I love my job. As I smiled and put my hands in the air and said in French "um could you please show to the bathroom" and the fat one comes forward and clocked me in the face knocking me to the ground.

As I tried my best to overlook the fact that if I wanted to they would all be dead in a matter of minutes. But I was sent in to first get information, then kill.

As the reject from the biggest loser dragged me into nearby room by my hair, I took the time to reflect on my decision on to do this low paying job.

I usually only go for the highest paying psycho (I'm guessing you're a psycho if you pay someone to murder someone else) since I am the best in my field well at least in North America anyway what caught my eye was the lady who was asking for me to the job wasn't rich she was a kindergarten teacher and was investigating the murder of her entire family that she had left back in Paris. {You're actually doing something just because maybe you're going soft} I thought I started laugh {soft, ha I wish}

"You're going to die you know that right" said the reincarnation of shamu confused by my laughter

"Yea, and this maybe a bad time but I'm a huge fan" I said nonchalantly

"Huh" he said utterly confused

"Yeah! I love your work in free Willy" WOW, I really have to stop with the fat jokes

"Je vais te tuer" he bellowed as he threw me into a room filled with plastic wrap on the walls and blood. Lots of blood

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and then suddenly I felt drowsy and then I blacked out

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A/N: well this is my first attempt at writing please so please give some advice for how to make this better anwaaaayyyy thanks so um bye.