Assassin Kirkland & Hitman Jones UKUS

First Mission in the States

Arthur:

Arthur couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. His first mission wasn't really anything dramatic. Just a regular target. Still, he was getting antsy from the lack of violence he had gotten so used to over the years. He needed some gore. He needed to assassinate someone.

He looked over the report. Arthur was to attend a fancy party, and kill the host whilst he was isolated upstairs. Nothing too difficult. The man smirked a little. He was always happy to attend sophisticated social gatherings. After all, he was a really gorgeous man with striking features, like his brilliant emerald eyes that glowed slightly in dim light. His soft, silky blond hair that was ruffled slightly and even his unusually thick eyebrows managed to compliment his facial features without dampening his beauty. He was charismatic and able to get anyone he wanted, to such an extent that he was known for turning straight men gay. He could get any girl he desired, even though he was homosexual, he has had sex with girls to get something he needed, and he found it amusing to see women swoon over him. He knew that in the USA, a lot of girls would be arbitrarily infatuated with his foreign accent accompanied with his smooth and confident voice. He found it ridiculous that somebody could get aroused be something as superficial as an indication of where someone comes from. Basically, he found parties a ton of fun, he could be such a gentleman, overflowing with class. Plus, he looked sexy as fuck in a suit.

*Time Skip to Party*

Arthur stepped out of the black limousine and nodded to Gilbert to drive away and come back later. Once he watched his escort drive down the road, he turned around to look at the mansion in front of him. It was humongous , and it was illuminated by blindingly bright lights. He walked up to the doorman and showed him the invitation that he was given by the Base. He was let in and immediately stepped into a bustling hall filled to the brim with classy people. He adjusted the rose on his tuxedo, casually strolled towards a pretty girl who was obviously single and began to flirt with her. He smirked and gave her a cheeky wink, causing her to giggle insanely and blush profusely.

"So, Mr Kirkland, where in England are you from?" she asked intently, gazing up at him with hopeful eyes. She leaned forwards slightly, intentionally trying to show Arthur her cleavage.

Arthur smiled at her with false warmth, and held back a laugh at her attempts to seduce him, it seriously wasn't working, "Please, call me Arthur. I was born in Newcastle, lived with my eldest brother for about one and a half years in Edinburgh, but I spent most of my childhood on the outskirts of London."

Her smile faded a little and confusion crossed her face, "Uh... where's Edinburgh, and where's Newcastle?"

Arthur fought the urge to roll his eyes. Typical. An American from an incredibly rich family, who probably had the best education around, still didn't know what the capital of Scotland was, "Newcastle is in northern England, and Edinburgh is the capital of Scotland."

"Oh," she said, "isn't that northern England?"

Arthur left shortly after that remark.

He wandered around for a while, chatting with men and women alike, and drinking just enough champagne to get slightly light-headed. He spotted a man with blond hair, blue eyes with glasses and a prominent cowlick on the top of his head. He was wearing a white shirt with black suspenders, he was actually really handsome, but it didn't seem like he noticed Arthur. Arthur was suddenly aware that the target was going upstairs alone. He put on a ski mask for safety, and quietly followed him.

Alfred:

Alfred turned his head to see a man go up the stairs, followed by another man, who was wearing a ski mask for some reason. It was suspicious, plus, the first man was his target, so he went upstairs to kill him and see who the other man was.

Alfred looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and bolted up the stairs. The second floor of the mansion was as huge as the first, so it took a while for Alfred to find the correct room. Once he did, he cautiously opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. He looked into the room, and he was greeted with something he did not expect. He saw his target dead on the floor, covered in blood, with the man in a ski mask standing over him.

All he heard was the man growling, "Shit!"

And then he saw a flash and he suddenly was on the floor, the back of his head hurting from a sudden blunt force impact, the room began to spin and it became blurry, all the sound from the party became distorted. The world turned black around him.