Hitman (1D FF) *UNDER HEAVY EDITING*

Prolouge*

(a/n: This is my first fan fiction, so bear with me. (: *EDITED*)

I hopped on my motorcycle and tossed my hair over my shoulder, not once turning to look at the scene I caused behind me.

I arrived at my destination and turned off my bike. I straightened out my leather jacket, standing a little taller.

Walking up the path to the front door I had become familiar with, memories flashed through my mind. I knocked the code carefully, knowing I would get shot if I didn't do it right. I stepped back and waited for the door to open.

When the door finally swung open, a big grin spread across my face before I jumped onto the man standing there, wrapping my legs around his back. We started kissing, and after a solid five minutes of snogging, he pulled away to breathe and set me down. I groaned, wanting to continue.

"Who do you have for me today?" I asked, still out of breath from our full fledged snogging session.

"Oh this one's a good one. I know you'll love it babe."

He turned around, leading me into the house. I followed him, slamming the door behind me. I heard one of my "boss's" men lock the two deadbolts.

We went down a hallway, a flight of stairs, and finally ended at a door. He opened it, then stepped back, as if signaling 'ladies first'.

I stepped into the room that I had been in many times and looked around. It was a good-sized room, all of the walls filled with pictures and maps. Some of the pictures had 'x's on them and all of the maps were full of tacks and yarn.

I turned around and raised my eyebrows. "Ryder? Who is it today? I don't see any new pictures."

He smiled, a large, sinister smile that filled his entire face. "Oh this one's a special one. I've been planing it for a long time so you better not mess it up."

I grinned back at him, eyebrows still raised, and flipped him off. "When have I ever screwed up a job?" I asked him. He silenced; the only job I had fucked up was one that he stepped in on. There was a reason that he had me do the jobs instead of himself.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to the wall. He didn't like talking about his faliures. He opened a picture covered door, one that I hadn't known about until then.

I walked in and gasped. It was a small room- small enough that I could reach out with my hands and touch both of the walls- but I was still surprised that all of the walls were filled with details and information for this one job.

I followed the yarn and arrows with my eyes, and found that they all ended in the middle of the wall facing the door.

There, in the middle of that wall, were five pictures, names underneath each. I took the pictures in, one by one, looking at every detail, also memorizing the names. In the first picture, there was a boy with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. His name was Harry Styles. The second picture was of a boy with light brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He had on a beanie and his name was Louis Tomlinson. The picture in the middle held a boy with brown, quiffed hair and brown eyes. This was Liam Payne. The fourth picture was of a boy with blonde hair, brown at the roots, that stood in a quiff at the front. His eyes were a shocking blue and his name read Niall Horan. The last picture was of a boy named Zayn Malik. His black hair stood in a quiff, like Niall's and Liam's. His eyes were a deep brown and I could see from his arm, rubbing the back of his neck, that he had tattoos.

I turned to Ryder. His head was slightly turned and his eyebrows were raised. He had a questioning look, asking me if I was up for it.

I looked into his eyes and a stupid grin broke out across my face. I love a good challenge. "I'll do it."