“Honey, I’m home.” Sebastian shouted as he kicked open the door to his apartment building, startling a little old lady at the counter. “Oh, sorry Miss Greenland, I didn’t realise you were there.” Sebastian muttered, walking up to the counter and rubbing the back of his neck. Miss Greenland was the landlady, an elderly woman of eighty-three. She smiled at him, and pat his arm.

“It’s quite alright, laddy. There’s a plate of chicken and mashed potatoes on your bed. I made it up for you,” She said, smiling, Sebastian leaned forward and kissed her cheek, making her giggle.

“Thank you so so much! I’m sure I’ll love it!”He said, strolling up to the elevator, and pressing the button on the wall.

“Sebby?”

“Yes Miss Greenland?”

“What’s that on your back?”

“It’s a, uhm… Prop.”

“Oh, okay dear.” Miss Greenland nodded, looking back down at the paperwork in front of her. Sebastian sighed in relief. Just then, the elevator door opened, and he jumped in, pressing frantically at the “Floor 12” button. Once the door shut, he pressed himself against the furthest wall, letting out a long groan.

“I hate lying to her.” He said aloud, puffing up his cheeks and pouting. “She’s such a sweet little lady.” The door to the elevator opened, and Sebastian trudged down the hall, to his room. Room 203. He pulled his key from his pocket, and unlocked the door, entering, and locking it behind him.

The apartment was moderately sized. There was a living room, a bedroom, and two bathrooms, along with a kitchenette for him to make food. He kicked off his black leather books, and shrugged off his leather jacket and sniper, just tossing them in front of his door. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he walked into his room where, just as Miss Greenland had said, there was a plate of food for him. He started to tear up as he sat down, and slowly ate, savouring each bite. “She is a precious angel too good for this world.” He thought, taking a sip from the water bottle he kept beside his bed.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice inquired, causing Sebastian to jump up, his bloody dagger in hand. A man, in a black tuxedo, and black sunglasses stood in the doorway, holding a large briefcase.

“WHO ARE-” But before he could finish his sentence, he went into a coughing fit. He held up one finger, leaning over and taking deep breaths. He took a moment, but he stood back up. The man in the tux hadn’t moved at all. “Sorry. I got a piece of chicken stuck in my throat. Lemme try that again; WHO ARE YOU?!”

“My name isn’t important, but my bosses is.” the man said, tossing the briefcase to Sebastian. He caught it, and set it on his bed, undoing the latches and opening it. Inside was at least a hundred thousand in cash. Sebastian picked up a stack of it, turning it over in his hand. “He needs you to assassinate someone. Can you do it?” Sebastian pondered the man's question for a minute.

                                "Can I at least finish my food first?"