Assassin [dylmas]

2.

„What does love mean to you?" Dylan asked Zero when they took a cab through London, after their plane landed.

„Nothing," she looked away.

He shivered, he had spent the whole week trying hard, but he also observed her and Luke. There was definitely something between them. He tried to write the essey few times, but all attempts landed in the trash, he asked Ruby out and she agreed to go for a dinner, but they sat in total silence for twenty minutes, and both decided to leave, each the opposite way.

„I'll talk to her, better keep quiet," said Zero and Dylan nodded.

The cab parked in front of a old building with beautiful ornaments on the facades.

„That's posh," muttered Dylan getting out of the cab.

Zero followed. She tightened her dark hair under a hat.

Her and Dylan entered the old building and walked up the wooden staircase, that squealed at every step.

„Mrs. Smith is waiting," said a butler, who approched them, when they reached the fifth floor. He opend a door and let them into a office filled with old furniture.

„Hello," said Zero.

„Please sit," a skinny woman with fire red hair turned from the window to them.

She was in her late forties, very elegant, with brown-gray eyes, that seemed somehow cold and Dylan felt self-cautious.

He sat on a chair next to Zero.

„You know why you're here?" asked Mrs. Smith, and Zero and Dylan nodded. „There are this rumors, and we know what happened the last two times this rumors were around. I want you to do something," she looked both in the eyes and Dylan had the urge to hide. „Someone pays twenty million to kill my son," she slammed her fist on the table. „And you will rescue his life, no failure accepted."

„We understand," nodded Zero.

„I heard you're both the best and I hope you are," she glanced a Dylan.

„Why us?" asked Zero.

„Because the best way, to get rid of one enemy is to set him against another one of his kind," she smiled, but only the ends of her mouth moved slightly.

„Where is he, your son?" asked Zero.

„Yes that's the problem," Mrs. Smith sighed.

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The clublights were crazy, the vibe was slamming into the bones and a huge guard stood between the entrance to the vip lounge and Dylan. The boy shivered.

„I need to get through!" he shouted.

„No way!" the guard looked like if he was about to kick him out of the club.

"Listen I'm a friend of his mother I need to go in!" Dylan felt his flustration.

"I said, no way," the man tensed.

"Great," Dylan rubbed his neck.

He turned around and walked back through the crowded dancefloor. Suddenly he noticed a waiter, that disappeared behind a small black door. Dylan glanced around but no one was paying attention, so he walked to the door and opened it.

He shivered and went around to the club back corridors. He decided to sneak in, so he hid behind the boxes with alcohol when he saw a waiter. The young man left with a beerbox and Dylan jumed out of the shadow and walked to the club floor, he followed the waiter behind red curtains to the vip section. Once he was in, he sat on a sofa and took a random drink.