Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 36 - Racist Boy

Nightmare's POV

I spent an hour writing and erasing on multiple separate papers. When one finally met my standards, I folded the note and grabbed the lily that I set aside. I walked to Ink's room. Silently opening the door, I found him sleeping. I heard that he disappeared with Error yesterday.

I kneeled next to Ink. I laid the note and flower on the bed. I prayed that he would find it when he wakes up. Before I left the room, I kissed him on the head.

I was walking to the kitchen when I heard talking within it. I stopped at the doorway of the room and leaned against it. Sitting at the dining table was Dust, Horror, Killer, and Cross. So basically the Three Stooges plus a Spaniard Oreo. They didn't seem to notice me.

Cross: I'm planning on asking Nightmare to go on a mission with me.

Dust: Why? He's our boss, mate. He's keeps track of all the bloody contracts. He might be busy.

Killer: Wait. Isn't asking an assassin to go on a mission with you, the equivalent of asking someone to go out with you?

Horror: For assassins, pretty much. Is that what you're doing Cross?

Cross: I guess. I mean, I find Nightmare to be really attractive.

Me: Cross has something right there. I believe I am a ten outta ten.

Dust: Bloody hell. We need to put a bell on you, Nightmare. No one can ever hear you coming.

Me: Well, yes. It's required to be quiet if you want this job. That's one of the reasons why you have it. So... Cross, you wanted to ask me something?

Cross: Um. Do you want to go on a mission with me?

Me: Yeah I can do that. We need to be back by 12:00 though. I have plans.

Cross: Oh, está bien.

He looked down at the table. I felt his emotions change from eagerness to slightly hurt in a drop of hat. I sighed as I started to make a pot of coffee using a kettle.

Cross: Nightmare. Today we will be going to-

Me: New Jersey, yeah I know. I was the one that gave you the card.

The kettle started to whistle. I poured the hot water through coffee grounds into a cup. I really needed this. This drink is always essential when waking up for the morning. As I leaned against the counter, I began to drink my coffee. However, I caught myself staring at Cross. I shook my head in discontent. After I finished my drink, I washed the cup and put it in the washer.

Me: Alright Cross. Ready to get going?

Cross: Si.

(Time Skip)

The jet landed in a isolated area near a town in New Jersey. It was the middle of the day so we're were going to have to take risks. Blue gave us our audio devices before we left but I didn't put it on because I always do my homework. Cross was listening to Blue, telling him where to go.

'You take a right in about two blocks, turn left after one, then you'll come across a circle neighborhood. It's the house in the middle.'

And sure even, I was right. It was a quaint little home. A very stereotypical paint job, I might add. Its walls were a pale yellow, a red roof, and the door was brown. A white picket fence surrounded the small front yard. This house was owned by a married couple that had four children.