Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 3

Chapter 3

He had moved onto researching his three other targets and found himself kind of bored with them. One was a guy who was running a rather nasty little slave ring that in the public eye was a LGBTQ+ safe house and shelter outside of his nightlife with a gunn. Another was a so called 'housewife' whose dear husband was stepping out on her with his pretty little secretary.

Who was a male.

And of course the last one was actually sleeping with a higher classed freelance assassin.

They were all dull to him but they did do their jobs properly. He really found it interesting though that their Masters had been Masterless Assassins that had taught them somewhat good enough.

Grunting and flopping back into his chair, he tapped his nails rhythmically, and debated the pros and cons of calling his own Master and now boss with the information that he had discovered. He did have some wine in his system, and while it didn't do much beyond making him more expressive after three or four glasses of the better stuff his Master was picky. It would probably end up in his Master giving him a Look and then ignoring the fact that he had alcohol in his system.

Still, he did so hate those Looks.

Huffing, he reached out and saved the report that he had been working on before he closed the file, saving the links that he had found for later reading. He would need them to make sure that his report was fully fleshed out after all. With that done, he opened his favorite IM and logged in with one of the many names that he used. Finding that his master was on, he clicked the call option and waited for him to answer.

"I had a feeling that you would be calling me sometime during this job, Aran." Aran rolled his eyes in a mix of amusement and annoyance.

"Yes, yes, yes. You are all knowing, Kilen," he drawled, waving a hand. "I managed to find out a few things about my targets."

"Tell me," Kilen instructed, ignoring the half empty wine glass that sat just outside of the laptop camera's view. He had a feeling that he would be needing his own glass of something strong by the time that his Student had finished with his basic verbal report.

That thought was proven right when Aran finished ten minutes later, twitching and obviously holding onto his need to kill someone with a show of extreme will power. It wasn't as if his young Student had much sanity or morals going for him as it was, but to see him want someone's blood this badly was rare.

Finding his hidden bottle of scotch and glass, Kilen poured some into the glass and drained it quickly, the burn soothing some of his own bubbling anger. "I will do my own research into your last target. And into your first. Call me after you have dealt with the second one," he instructed. Aran wrote down a note with a nod. "I want a full report of everything that will happen. Record it if you have to. Fuck them if it comes down to it. But he wants them taken out. They are generating to much chaos and that is never a good thing in this world."

Aran gave his Master's face a searching look before he nodded. "Very well. I shall start my surveillance on my first target tomorrow afternoon. I have to swing by a shop to pick up a few things," he said as he started a list of supplies to get. "Can you send me a list of safe houses in the various cities?" he asked, sending the list that he had compiled to his Master.

Kilen smirked at his Student, green eyes dancing with mirth. "I will send you the list in an hours time. Until then, continue with your planning.

With those instructions, he ended the call. Aran hummed and drained the last of the wine. He had a feeling that the rest of his job was going to be interesting. Putting the glass down, he wondered what Katlin was up to and if she was doing her usual Bathory impersonation with her latest job.