He pulled the gun back out and tossed it aside over the side of the building.

They both watched it descent, the weapon had been a gift from the very man beside him.

“Cargo. . what is this?” The blond asked.

Wild with glee Cargo turned to his companion and leaned in till not but the space to draw air remained.

“What would you do for me?” He demanded jaw unhinging to spit out the words.

“Anything.” Was the swift reply. The tight way he was gripping Brown-Eyes collar must have hurt.

“Would you die?” He breathed a hand's breadth from the man's lips.

“Any. . anything.” Coughed his accomplice eyes glistening blond hair coated in dark grit.

“Splendid.” Cargo agreed and slid the blade through Brown-eyes ribcage and into his heart. Words formed in the mutt's mouth, though he didn’t plead, blood gurgled up. Watching in rapt fascination Cargo let the blood seep onto his clothes.

“Peek-a-boo.” Brown-Eyes gasped out the words he’d held since their very first meeting.

“I see you,” Cargo told him in parting as he pulled the knife out.

The blond dropped over the side of the building with a smile on his face.

Cargo idly watched the body fall, the first of many yet to come. He clapped his hands, unable to stand the shaking. To rule is to be alone.

His movements blurred. Cargo couldn’t rightly say when he’d picked the gun back up. Only that it now rested once more at his hip returned from where it had disappeared over the building.

The sun rolled back this time chasing the moon, and it all began again.

Blond hair ghosted the edge of his vision as Brown-eyes made his move.

Cargo switched the safety off and turned to fire.