Penny For Your Thoughts?

06.04.19///One

"Mr. One, we have another client for you." Mr. One's secretary called through the business phone and instructed him.

"On it. Thanks you Sandra." Mr. One doesn't waste a second and prepared his weapons. Two guns on both his sides, a pocket knife in his high black boot and for decor, his black poison filled necklace.

He moved in long and strong strides, imitating the power he held.

"Petunia, it's time for another one." He called his one and only and favorite sidekick. The 10 year old Petunia. A very peculiar child, much interested in killing and becoming a hitwoman. She looked at Mr. one sith such admiration it was impossible for the Mister to not show her how the job is supposed to be done.

The two also made an amazing team. A teacher and student, but at the same time teammates.

"Mr. One, what do we have this time?" Petunia was also peculiar because she spoke in a very mature tone. Unlike other children her age, she knew more, understood more and wanted to learn more. She was one of a kind.

"It's a stupid, old man again I'm afraid Petunia. Doesn't know how to lead a business. Idiot." Petunia agreed with Mr. One and shook her head in disappointment at the stupid man.

They arrived at the old warehouse where they were supposed to be by their very own slick, pitch black Onemobile.

They stepped in stealthily and quietly while carefully inspecting the space.

After finding and expertly shooting more than a dozen men and women, they reached their target.

"Mr. Octavio." Mr. One drawed Octavio's attention.

"Please, I've done nothing." Octavio plead. He was a coward. A slob, nothing but waste.

"Too late Mr. Octavio." Mr. One pulled out his glock. "Petunia." He adressed his sidekick. The girl took out a little device and with one click, Octavio's legs were tied. He had nowhere to run.

BANG.

One shot was fired straight through one of Octavio's legs. And he screamed in pain.

"Please..." He choked out.

BANG.

Another bullet in his other leg.

"Please..."

BANG.

One through the stomach.

"Mr. One, just kill me. Finish me, I can't take this pain." Octavio begs for the end to come.

"As you wish." Mr. One pulled the trigger one last time and...

BANG.

Straight through the head.

"Bye bye Octavio." Petunia waved at the dead body.

"Now Petunia...let's call your parents." Mr. One took out his phone and found the codename under which her parents were written.

Sutigkeitzen.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Flower, I've called to tell you that we finished another kill and Petunia is well." Mr. One always reports Petunia's state after a kill. Her parents are very worried.

"Oh thank god another successful kill. Petunia dear mommy and daddy love you very much. Make sure to take your vitamins and eat lots of veggies." Mrs. Flower spoke with her high pitched voice.

"Yes mother."

"Well bye now. Have a nice night." Mr. Flower said then and Mr. One ended the conversation after bidding them goodbye.

"Mr. One, don't forget one last thing." Petunia said as she took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to Mr. One.

"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me Petunia." He took it and crouched down to place it right on top of the bullet wound on Octavio's head.

Phone: 111 -Mr. One(1)

That's a that was written on the card.

They counted on the police finding it but never actually finding Mr. One himself. He was an expert in hiding and hacking. No one could ever find who he was, nor Petunia.

They were a duo known worldwide, but when someone sees them, they're not alive after.

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Another weird dream that made a perfect short story.

For anyone wondering Sutigkeitzen is not a word in German or any language as far as I know. It appeard in a dream so anything could have caused it.

*whispers* Probably the fact that I have to study German for school on Monday. *insert smiley face that's dying inside*