Y/n was an assassin/mercenary that people only called for the most high priority targets in the most dangerous of locations, until one day lady luck wasn't on his side and he is killed and sent directly to hell.
He is quickly scooped up by the I.M...
The sun is slowly setting turning the sky a deep shade of purpleish red, the waves crash against the rocks that rest against the guard rails of a highway. Not a single car on either side of the road, as the shadows of the tall trees cast onto the old cracked road, all is quiet and peaceful until a matte black muscle car disturbs the silence. The car comes barreling down the road, moving faster than the speed limit that's posted on a sign to its right-hand side, the roar of the well-tuned car fills the air as the driver rolls down the window and lights himself a cigarette. This man is known as DeadEye to his associates, but his real name that he keeps under wraps is Y/n L/n
Y/n Pov~
I take a long puff of my cigarette and let the sweet taste of tobacco rest in my mouth and fill my lungs. This damned road seems to go on forever I chuckle to myself, I continue down the long winding road and I start to see lights and small buildings in the distance. "bout time, Phillipe is gonna tear me a new ass for running so late" I say to myself. With the sun going down I realize it's much later than I was supposed to be showing up to the meet up, I check my phone and almost hit a lamppost in my surprise. "8:15! AH HELL HE'S PROBABLY ALREADY ON A FLIGHT BACK BY NOW!" I exclaim slightly freaking out. Now normally I would tell Phillipe to stick it when he chews me out but this meet up was about a job and from what he told me over the phone this job could be huge for me and our little business, so you can understand my panic. "shit shit shit shit shit shit, I swear if you left without calling me you little German ferret, I'm gonna be so fucking NETTLED!" I shout at Phillipe as if he was in the car with me.
The warehouse we are set to meet in comes into view as I pull into the designated parking lot. I quickly hop out of my car and run to the trunk, I unlock it and put my two 1911s into their holsters hidden in my jacket. There's a man at the front entrance as I speedily walk to the door, he puts his arm out to stop me and speaks in a very heavy Japanese accent "slow down, do you have weapons?" he says slowly. Big guy doesn't know much English, ain't no way in hell he's getting my guns. He walks up to me and starts to frisk me and he feels where my right gun is holstered and attempts to grab it, I quickly grab his arm and twist it bringing him to a knee. He groans in pain and starts to reach for what I'm assuming is his own holstered weapon with his free arm. Quicker than the drop of a pen I had my left firearm and have it pointed at his head, "now now big guy, don't start what you know you won't win" I say in a very calm voice. "DeadEye! Let the poor guy go he's just doing his damn job" a German accent says. "not like you'd know anything about that considering I told you to be here an hour ago" Phillipe snarls. I quickly holster my weapon and help the guard to his feet, "sorry bout that man, you know how the business is" I smirk. "yes, yes I understand, small American caught Hoji off guard" he sends a demeaning smile. "whatever you say Godzilla" I wave him off and look over to see my "boss"
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Phillipe Von Hammersmark, German boss of our business (not like he could do what we do anyway). I walk over to him as he stands in the now open doorway, he claps a hand on my back and puts on a very forced smile as he walks me to a small room. Phillipe must not have been yanking my chain when he said this job was big, he looks like he's about to pop some vessels. I chuckle at the thought of my boss with veins popping out of his head. He looks at me and stops walking, he grabs me by the neck and looks at me with serious anger in his eyes. "listen Deadeye this job will make or break us, do NOT fuck this up with your laughing and your damned ego." he snaps. I look at his hand which is still wrapped around my throat and raise an eyebrow at him, "two things Phillipe. One, you know I'm always serious about a job, I apologize for being late but we all can't fly in choppers like you do." I say calmly, which he nods in understanding. I grab his hand that's on my throat and start to squeeze, he starts to wince in pain and looks at me in obvious pain. "and two, keep your wiener schnitzel licking hands to yourself or you'll see firsthand how good I am at my job. Ya feel me?" I saw still calm but menacingly. He nods and jerks his hand from my hand, rubbing his now red hand he starts to walk to the meeting room, I smirk in my small victory over my dick boss and follow behind him as we enter the room
