Chapter 7.

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I am soooo sorry, I haven't updated in like, forever.

I have a little bit of writers block but I do have the plot (mostly) thought up, I just don't know how to get there. This is mainly just a chapter to give you an idea of what will be coming up.

Spoilers: There's an unexpected twist at the end!

Sorry if there's any typos, this was written on my iPod, so there might be a few.

~AvengersOnGallifrey.

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The street was quiet, presumably because it was 3:30AM. There was only one figure walking down the darkened street. He looked to be in a rush and was carrying some sort of package. The figure pulled his hood up against the bitter winds. He turned down an alleyway, behind a small cafe owned by Mrs Hudson.

"Do you have the package?" A voice said.

The voice belonged a hooded figure. Behind the hooded figure stood an infamous assassin and drugs dealer known as the Swordsman.

The first figure nodded before handing over the package, receiving an envelope.

"You were supposed to deliver 300 grams." The Swordsman growled. "This is only 250."

"I-I'm sorry." The first figure stuttered. "I couldn't get anymore."

The second figure snapped his fingers, and as if on command, there was sounds of a sniper rifle being loaded from the rooftops.

"Up there," the second figure said gesturing to the roof. "Is an AWC G2 Military Standard Sniper Rifle, manned by an ex-army soldier known for never missing. Do you know what that means?"

"I'm screwed?" The first figure replied.

"Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't give the order." Swordsman snarled.

"You'd lose part of your incoming stock," he started. "you'd be saving ammunition, and if you kill me, they might be able to trace it back to you, or your sniper."

Swordsman was away to give the order when the second figure stopped him.

"I don't want this to be traced back to my brother. Or worse, us."

"It seems you got lucky. But be warned, I have to hit men placed at the school, any funny business and I'll tell them to pick them off, one by one." Swordsman warned.

"Don't say we didn't warn you." The second figure added.

There was a moments silence before the Swordsman spoke.

"Until the next time, Lucifer."

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