Once Dead Eye had sealed the deal with the ambassador, he was immediately greeted with a noise. Beep!Beep! His phone was ringing. It indicated how he got paid for the job he finished.
He knew instantly who it was too. It was the company he worked for, or as he puts it "people that think they help." Their logo had a splatter image, almost as if someone had murdered someone on the logo, but the blood was black, and the background was an icy white color.
He obviously hates them, but he needed a place to stay. He always got what they called compliments, like "you could've been more careful." But on one day where he happened to alert someone, he was given this "you could've aimed better," which, for Dead Eye, meant the person who opened their mouth at that very second was to die.
Which brought him back to this moment in time when he was reminded of those things. But of course, after the payment, another job was assigned. It reminded him of how he would finish his homework and then have another to finish.
Dead Eye wasn't your typical kid. He was very, very quiet and still is, but he wasn't only quiet with his mouth he was also had an instinct that made him walk everywhere as quiet as can be. He thought of it as his curse, and thinks it is his burden he must bare. But he will discover a much bigger, heavier one throughout his life.
When Dead Eye got back to the company building/hideout, he was welcomed with the usual "good job," and "did you read the details of the other mission?" Of course, he was never happy to hear those words, and never liked to be seen. In fact, he wears a mask, gloves , a night, black hoodie, and black pants. The next mission was going to be hard, he was told, but this mission was not hard because of the person he had to kill. It was hard, because the person doing it must have a very strong will. And that person, was Dead Eye.
