Since we all need rest, including Rory and Kitty, we begin a few days later to an almost exact time. About two in the morning on a stormy evening, poor Alexander was stuck in a warehouse, attending a formal event for their mother. See, Alexander was a Morreau, and Morreau's are very famous — on the black market, that is.

  Mary Morreau was a woman of many things, and morals wasn't one of them. But, as the matriarch of her family, she prided allowing her youngest to go to these events in her name, soaking up a culture that after Mary passed on, Alexander's heiress hands would never touch again. Alexander, stuck in a more tight fitting black dress, loathed this atmosphere. They felt...out of place, amidst the fancy dresses and formal attire, all the manners and money being tossed about. So instead, we focus on the conversation they are listening into while pretending to scroll r/oldpeoplefacebook on reddit

  They were eavesdropping on a very normal conversation it seemed. A tall man with a dutch accent in a black suit and salt and pepper hair, with a much younger companion closer to Alex's own age, one with gorgeous medium brown skin and fluffy red hair and a new breed of fanfiction blue-grey eyes.

  They were talking to Alexander's current employer, a woman from South Korea working for a drug cartel, who was pushing the idea that Alexander was currently the best international sniper, and this little redhead must be in 2nd place. Yes, Alexander was a hitman. Chapter four was correct, they sadly are a murderer.

  However, Alexander would say that they aren't all bad. Besides, it keeps them off the street and they donate blood and good organs to programs for hospitals! See? Morals.

The Korean woman, wearing a women's designer suit herself and her hair drawn up in a bun, was currently smiling cockily at the man standing before her.

  "I can bring it over if you need proof, they may be unlicensed, but that just means they're cheap!"

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, accepting said challenge.

  "Really now? You have an unlicensed hitman? Well, I'll let you know that little Roman here has been in the business for ten years, is professionally trained, fluent in English, nonetheless still being an immigrant while the finest of our tykes. Isn't that right," he asked, glaring at the boy with a gleam in his eye, as he squeezed the back of the boy's neck with his tight grip, "Roman?"  

  The boy, who was apparently called Roman, gulped with widened eyes, then gave off a serene smile to the woman and nodded. His employer leaned in closer to Roman, whispering, "I'll allow you to confirm. You may speak."

  "Oh! Right, yes," he apprehensively agreed, with a thick yet clearly fluent Dutch accent, "I'm internationally well known across the dark web as the 'Silent Killer'. I typically do a clean, efficient job with no witnesses ever in the area!"

  The man dug his nails into Roman's neck, indicating for him to stop.

"Besides, what unexperienced runt could you possibly carry? Gotta be lucky enough to gain all this publicity for an amateur."

  "Morreau?" She called, gesturing for the very annoyed teenage figure behind her to come.

  "That's my fuckin' name, yeah ya ain't as dumb as ya look, fuckin' broad." They sighed, turning off their phone and begrudgingly coming over to the side of their employer.

    "Alexandra Morreau. As in, the Morreau’s. I don't know why this bloodline decided to churn out murderers, but they're making some damn great ones." She gestured to the obstinate Morreau, who was very annoyed that people used a feminized version of their name. It was Alexander, but someone sexually female with a male name scared people, so it was commonly stated as "Alexandra" instead. And Alex hated this. A lot.

    "Yeah, I'm fuckin' good. So what? Not like it matters anyways, 'm just here 'cuz my Ma didn't give enough of a shit to come herself." For a hitman, this one seemed to be an utter mess- Though the last name did bring a certain realization, as there had been a Morreau gaining attention for... A very accurate talent.

  The man snickered. "This is your gunman?" He pulled out a metal classroom pointer.

  "Inappropriate language...talking back to the employer...generally talking without permission..." the pointer extended, and he pointed it to Alex's back, "bad posture..."

  "Well I would have decent fuckin' posture if my legs worked right." Alex nonchalantly grabbed the pointer, fucking snapping it with one hand. They bared a set of inhumanely sharp teeth, not making eye contact with anything but their phone still.

The man's face changed swiftly to judgemental. He put on a smirk.

 "Ms. Lee, if I may just pull you aside to speak with you about your Alexandra..." He went with Alex's employer, Ms. Lee, leaving Alex and Roman all alone.

  "And that's why rich bastards don' fuckin' go to parties." Alex leaned back, not realizing that there was no wall to lean on, and falling over.

Roman winced. He looked around for his nameless employer, only to show that he was nowhere in sight. He held out a hand.

  "Do you need any help," he asked, in a hushed whisper. Alex gingerly accepted the hand, shakily standing up.

  "Does he always treat you like that? I mean like, I wouldn't just sit and deal with it." Alex matched his whisper. They could recall a time when they were in a similar scenario, so they could relate to an extent.

  "Well I have to. What, you don't have to follow orders?"

  "Oh... I'm just someone ya pay beforehand and never contact again. No companies or anythin'- But it gets fuckin' lonely."

  Roman looked confused. Still hushed, he spoke, "Wait, so then you just live in a house or something? You don't live with your employer?"

  "No..? I rent my own apartment and shit! I mean, I still have people checkin' on me 'cuz I'm sorta unable to live alone 'cuz 'm way too young- But it's fun!" They smiled at him, suddenly looking worried.

  "Did-" They were looking at the marks from where Roman's employer dug his nails into Roman's neck.

  "Did he hurt you..?"

  Roman looked down with a pained expression. He didn't say anything for several seconds, then spoke, "I...can't say."

  "Well- 'Aight, if it's that way. At least let me fix it. Them marks look like they hurt."

  "Nonono, it's fine!" Roman's voice was louder. He then immediately covered his mouth, looking mortified. He covered his face slightly with his hand.

  "You don't have to worry about me, okay?" Roman's eyes glimmered once he got a better look at Alex, and his cheeks were suddenly tinted pink.

  "I have quite a few siblings, 'm sorta used to worryin'!" Alex giggled, trying desperately not to look at Roman too much. He was very pretty, and Alex didn't like that one bit.

  They weren't used to this feeling- Oh no... Alex had a crush on someone.

Roman put his hand down, and bit his lip. "Your eyes...are red?" He was in awe.

  "Mmhm..." Alex started wringing their hands in shame, as normally when someone points these things out it's in disgust.

  "They're so...breathtaking." He tilted his head, no longer whispering. "Is one of your parents albino or something? I've never seen that before."

  Alexander stood there in shock. They were... Breathtaking. Alexander wasn't terrifying or- It was positive.

  "N-No, it's hard to explain. She- She's not."

  "Oh. Well, however that happened, I think they're beautiful."

  "Oh..? Well, aha-" They buried their face in their hands, visibly blushing profusely.  A mumbled "You're pretty too." was emitted.

  Although it was hard to see Roman's mouth, his light grey eyes were giving away the fact that he was smiling. His face then turned to concerned. He looked around, still not able to find his owner.

  "Well, I guess I have to go now...I can't find my employer, he'd kill me if I got lost."

  Alexander's happy expression disappeared. "Oh... Okay." They didn't like the fact that Roman had to leave so quickly. In fact, it was a bit frustrating. They had an idea, however. Pulling out a small scrap of paper and a pen from conceivably nowhere, they scribbled down... An address. And held it out.

  Roman took the scrap. He studied the paper.

  He then asked, “Wai-wait, hold on, you live in apartment 666?” Roman put the scrap in the front pocket of his formal jacket.

  “Um,” Alex, in a panic, blurted out

  “That’s not important! I think it was probably just a coincidence or somethin’, heh.” They had guilt written all over them.

  Roman shrugged it off, much to Alex's relief. He then said with a smile, "Gosh, I can't remember the last time I used one of these for something that wasn't a job."

  "An... An address? You mean you don't have one?" Alex was confused. They assumed everyone lived somewhere. After all, in their mind with no address you couldn't order Amazon products like glitter and fluffy soft things! Alex couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't want to be able to order glitter and fluffy soft things. Well, maybe a few people who wouldn't — but that isn't the point.

  "Well, no, I'm sure I do, but I'm not allowed to ask. So...I don't really know mine," he admitted, looking a little embarrassed.

  "Well, now you know mine! And that's a good thing." Alexander was back to happy, fidgeting slightly like they didn't know what to do with their hands.

   "Promise you'll visit me, so 'm not so lonely?"

  Roman looked a little sad.

  "I mean, I can try, but there's just one small problem..." Roman turned to show the back of his ear, moving some hair out of the way, only to show a small earpiece attached with a blinking light.

  "They'd know that I've been to your house."

  "Well, it's more of a tiny apartment- But... Is that so bad?" Alex didn't understand how being owned and tracked worked. After all, they freelanced, and that came with the rare ability to have freedom.

  Roman frantically nodded. "But..." he looked down, "I'll try to make it work," he reassured with a hopeful smile.

  "Well- Ah, shit..." All of a sudden, Alexander's phone began vibrating rapidly. Message after message coming through, blowing up Alexander's phone.

  "Shit, shit, shit... He's gonna kill me-"

  "What's wro-" Roman was interrupted by a hard slap in the face by his employer, who seemed to have returned.

  He grabbed Roman by his shirt, "Are you talking without permission? In public? Come on, 627, I thought you knew better," he spat.

  Alexander watched in horror, ignoring their aggressively vibrating phone. They sighed, knowing that they were virtually powerless in this situation, and they didn't want to make it worse for Roman so trying to help was a bad idea. Alex backed up, quietly answering their phone.

  What was it?

  Their brother was angry that they were late, as Alex was supposed to visit him tonight. A very dramatic buildup to such a mundane task, sad...

  Still close to Roman's face, he scolded, "Oh man, the Don's gonna love hearing this. Talkin' to some girl in a tight dress without given consent and not even trying to hide it? This is great." The man let go of Roman's shirt, then took him by the ear and pulled him away, with Roman not even wincing from the pain, as if used to it.

  He looked at Alex with a sad smile, and gave away a small wave goodbye.

  Alex waved back, clearly getting screamed at through a phone call. They winced. You should never be late when it comes to relatives, they won't let you hear the end of it. Alex turned, weaving around people to find an exit. It would be a loooong night.