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Apathy no more

Michael pov

Jeremy didn't text back for a solid two days, then at around eleven in the morning my phone went off.

I swept the new recruit I was training and headed over to the device.

"What the hell!" He said, standing quickly. I held up a hand and read the text.

'Lets do it' I smiled, unwrapping my hands and giving the recruit someone else to train with while I left, heading for the head of this syndicate.

I knocked on the open door, walking in as he looked up, smiling.

"Ah, Michael. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks." I said, greeting him politely. "I want to settle down." I said, which was the shortened version of requesting to become a planted field assassin. It wasn't a very popular job, as it was kinda boring, but I was more than willing to do that if it meant a mildly quiet life with Jeremy.

"What scene are you looking for?" He said, not asking why as usual.

"Medium city. Nothing too loud. I'm planning on living with one other person, so an apartment's fine." I said, and he typed some things into his computer, looking up to say,

"How do you feel about Trenton?"

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I communicated the plan to Jeremy, and soon it was set. He and one of his friends would be sent out to stop a fake assassination, in which I'd shoot Jeremy with a single blank in the gun, the rest being real so it'd leave bullets in the walls.

Upon arriving, we were in a fairly public place, and I already downed the security cameras. We made eye contact and I winked, pulling out the gun.

He drew his and shot once, missing me. His partner played along and soon I'd shot Jeremy. He fell and the other ran as I shot after him, missing by just a little each time.

Soon he was out of sight and everyone was screaming. I grabbed Jeremy's body and drug him out of the poorly lit bar, making it look to people who hadn't seen me with a gun that I was taking him outside to get in an ambulance, which wouldn't be here for another few minutes.

I had him on a nearby roof before any form of responders arrived, and he was giggling.

"The bloods cold." he said, gesturing to his shirt which had stopped spreading. I was covered in it too, and I knew the bar would likely clean it up before police had a chance to get to it.

After cleaning ourselves up, we retrieved Jeremy's small bag and headed for the airport. Jeremy couldn't stop smiling either, and it wasn't like I was gonna tell him to stop because he looked amazing, and after a short flight, and soon we were in our new home town.

Almost everything had already been set up, now all that was left was adding details and starting our new life, together.