Dark-Hair, Sea Eyes

8

"Chaos, what a surprise," Percy said, looking at the image curiously.

"Has the target been eliminated yet?" Chaos demanded to know. "No, he's still alive," Percy said, tossing the last couple of blueberries in his mouth. "Let's talk about transportation. How and when will I be getting off of this planet?" Percy asked. "When you kill the target, and I will personally come and retrieve you." Chaos said. "So what, I kill blondie and you'll magically poof into existence?" Percy said sarcastically.

"Precisely. I'll check in next week. Do you think he'll be dead by then?" Chaos inquired. "Hmm... What's today?" Percy asked? "I believe it's Monday." Chaos said. Percy sighed and closed his eyes. He needed to give Chaos an exact time because he would need to be off the planet soon after killing his target.

"He'll be dead by noon Thursday," Percy informed him. "Then that is when you will see me next unless, of course, I find you need more time." Chaos said.

Percy nodded dismissively, knowing he never needed any more time than the time he requested. He'd already begun planning out a quick and simple kill, a detailed image of how he'd go about the assassination.

That image shimmered away when Octavian, his target, walked in. Chaos' face sat still faced as he connected eyes with the man he ordered to be killed.

Percy sighed. It was always tiring for target to meet client, usually because the target almost always immediately recognized Percy as an assassin. "I knew th--" the blond boy started, but Percy bound towards him in three strides and promptly snapped his neck. Percy placed two fingers on Octavian's temple and wrist for a pulse, then twisted his neck some more to make absolutely sure he wouldn't find one.

Chaos looked on blankly. "You're efficient." He said a matter of factly. "How soon can you come and get me?" Percy said, rolling his shoulders as he let the body hunch to the floor. "At the latest, tomorrow. Will you be able to survive until then?"

Percy looked at the corpse before frowning slightly. "Maybe... If I hide it."

He lifted his hand and swiped at the image of Chaos, and the image evaporated. Percy stood there for a minute, staring at the spot it had once been. Why'd that seem so... familiar?

Percy shook his head before looking at the corpse on the floor, his target's face still red with anger from when he walked in. Percy hated hiding the bodies. He was supposed to shoot and leave. Dead bodies make him uncomfortable.

Hmm. He's small. He can fit under the floorboards, right? Percy thought.

This planet was not too tight on security, and the door was unlocked because of Octavian's entrance, and it's not like he had the chance to lock it behind him...

Percy was slightly bigger than Octavian, but the clothes hung off of the smaller male's frame, so there should be no reason he couldn't fit them. Of course, there would be no fooling anyone with the clothes, as the height difference, complexion, even the way they walked greatly contrasted with each other. In fact, stealing the clothes of an officer would probably bring attention to himself.

Reyna and someone named Lupa was meant to come to talk to Percy about his impending cohort work, so Percy was sure that he didn't want to be here when they were.

Percy reached down and picked up the smaller boy, moving him to the bed. He unceremoniously dropped the corpse onto the bed, raised the covers over its blond head, and called it a day.

Percy sighed, grabbing his rifle and sword before going to the door. The only thing that reminded Percy that he was in a cell and not at a hotel was the large steel door that kept Percy in.