So, There's an Assassin in My Bed - Kyman (Kyle x Cartman)

kyle

[kyle's point of view]

i pull the mask over my face, waiting for the go ahead, currently my team consists of craig tucker: black haired cold blue eyed bad boy type of guy, he's a cold hearted person but it seems the only person he cares for is a twitchy blonde boy, twook? twitch? i really don't care to remember.

clyde donovan: brown haired brown eyed innocent but savage boy who wouldn't hurt a fly, luckily enough for us, he's a whiz at technology.

bebe stevens: a blonde haired blue eyed raging lesbian that will snap you in half if you talk bad about someone she cares for.

and finally, my best friend, stan marsh: black haired crystal blue eyed asshole at times but humble boy, constantly getting his heart broken by his girlfriend or rather ex at the time being.

"psst!" craig waves his hand in my face. "do not fuck this up broflovski, i will end you." his voice was slightly muffled from the heavy mask covering his face. his hood is up over his jet black hair apart from one strand that is pointing out.

a high pitched ringing tone, sounds the room. craig nods at me and just on command stan and bebe run out of the doors, "now!"

craig and i tag the two and run in.

well, you must be quite confused, ya see, we're assassins. and currently we're on a mission to steal a suitcase. i know what you're thinking, a damn suitcase? i said the same thing to my boss when he gave us the mission. apparently there's something special in the case. and there's also a very complex security system and i've never felt more happy to have someone as smart as clyde on our team.

honestly, this whole mission is dumb, i'm a trained assassin, i want to go kill someone, not a pissy 'steal a suitcase for a reward.'

stan and bebe get to do all the cool stuff, like run in and kill a bunch of security guards while myself and craig are stuck doing the boring stuff.

i jolt out of my thoughts, craig and i run past the confused security, stan fires a gun to the opposite direction of where we're running. and the dumbass security run to that gunshot.

meanwhile, we're already upstairs and running into the head office. once inside, we establish a safe door, i grab the walkie talkie, "clyde?"

"the safe code is 1864,"

"you're a legend."

"i know, i know." i can practically hear the cockiness in his tone.

craig punches in the code, the massive safe door opens. i glance at craig, he looks emotionless. "well, in we go." i mutter.