The Assassin's Assassin

XI

"Not so invincible after all eh?" He continues with a smirk, I roll my eyes,

"Now that's no way to treat a lady Benjamin, she was a worthy rival." Rye speaks up, "I need supplies." He continues in a business-like tone,

"What do I gotta dig up for ya this time eh?" Benjamin asks with a puff of his cigar,

"I need a credit card, hand gun, the best don't cheap me out again.  ID, for her as well, and a car and plane tickets, first class, to Australia." Rye lists,

"Brisbane Australia." I interrupt,

"You gonna let her boss you around Rye?" Benjamin ask raising an eyebrow,

"She used to live in Australia, I've only been there on the job." Rye explains,

"Want a house gift wrapped with that?" Benjamin offers sarcastically,

"Can you get me those things or not." Rye huff impatiently,

"Of course I can, but there's this little issue called time." Benjamin defends,

"How much time?" Rye questions,

"A couple of days at least." Benjamin declares,

"Let us stay here and I'll pay you double." Rye negotiates,

"Make yourself at home in any room." Benjamin says warmly.

Rye walks me up to one of the rooms and adjusts the shackle to have me shackled to the bed,

"Bit kinky don't you think? If you think you're getting anything, well, think again glorified body guard." I joke with an eyebrow raised,

"At some point this is going to get annoying, but it's not there yet, still amusing, I see now why you're still alive." Rye chuckles

"Oh really?  Cracked my code have you huh?  Alright I'll bite, you're probably majorly wrong but..," I shrug, "..you're in charge here." I continue in mock obedience rustling the shackles,

"You're not boring.  The amount of captives I had that either boast that someone will come for them, I'm fucked, nothing can break them, they're making a mistake, god.  Why do you think I haven't put a gag on you. You're humorous, you don't laugh in the face of death, you dare it to try and claim you.   I respect that." He explains.   I can't help but laugh.

Does it not occur to him that the reason I'm so 'humorous' in the face of potential death is cause I literally couldn't give a fuck.   You threaten me with a gun and I'd look at you as though you stepped on my foot.  That actually happened and the bitch did step on my foot.  At the end of the day, I have nothing to live for.  I've got no family, no friends, all I have, is a job, a bank account and a house.  Don't think for a second that I'm pining out for sympathy, help or comfort, I don't need or want any of the above.

"Some, like you, find me amusing, other, find me insufferably annoying.   A couple of times, I've been let go because of it.   It depends really on how much you entertain me as well.   Don't entertain me, I'll entertain myself and annoy you in the process.  Win win for me." I dismiss in removed tone staring blankly at nothing. Out of the corner of my eye I see Rye looking at me confused. I pay him no mind as I distract myself from haunting thoughts about the past with plotting how to lose him in Australia.

I may not have been there in a long time, but I still remember how confusing as shit certain Queensland and New South Wales roads are.   I before I do any of that I need to convince him that he has me, I have to convince him that no matter what I won't run.   Yep, I need to put my charming pants on, and I have to be convincing, good thing I've already been a bit charming.  I just gotta keep it and dial it up a bit, at a good slow pace or he'll suspect something's up.

"Kath? Hey you with me?" Rye says clicking his fingers pulling me from my thoughts,

"Pardon I didn't catch that." I admit,

"I asked if you wanted anything, you must be starving." Rye repeats himself,

"Yeah food sounds good." I nod,

"Want a drink?" He offers,

"Beer'll be just fine thanks." I accept, he nods, stands up and walks out of the room.

He comes back with a bowl of wedges with sour cream, some garlic bread, spaghetti which I guess is for him, and two beers.   He places the wedges and garlic bread in front of me along with one of the beers and cracks it open for me.  He takes one piece of garlic bread and take his food and beverage to his bed and digs in.   I dig in not realising how hungry I was until just now.

"So what made you want to be an assassin?" Rye asks out of the blue catching me off guard,

"I'm sorry what?" I question a bit lost,

"I'm curious, what's the infamous Black Cat's story." Rye states,

"Could ask you the same thing." I answer avoiding answer the question and take a swig of the beer,

"I'll tell if you tell how about that?" He suggests,

"As you could probably tell, I had a rough childhood, I was a bit of a miscreant when I was young, but on a level so high for my age it actually got the attention of an agent who approached me and offered a way to use my talents to do good. And that's pretty much it., alright, your turn" I lie, well, not entirely, there are some elements of truth in there,

"Well, I was born into this life in a way. My parents were members of the criminal organisation I work for.   Mum was a recruiter, dad was a henchman, he did the dirty work.   I didn't want to be a part of the life at first.  Figured out quickly that there was no going straight for me so.  I ended up learning to embrace the life.  And what do you know it but I end up being the big man himself's top assassin, being assigned the task of bring you in." Rye summarises. I kinda feel sorry for him now.

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So I've been tagged again to do a thing that I've done in the past but eh screw it I'll do it again

1. Do I have a crush on someone? maybe

2. What's my middle name? Anne

3. What's my height? 165cm or 5"4

4. Eye colour? Brown

5. Last time I cried? I can't remember (I have the memory of a gold fish so it could have been a month or a week ago or even longer ago then that)

6. Biggest fear? Spiders or as I call em, hell spawn

7. Last song I listened to? Can't Take Me Home by P!nk

8. Last person I texted @lucythespirit

9. Favourite app? Kik or Wattpad, it's a tie

I'm not gonna tag anyone so if you want to do it go ahead