Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

It had been a rainy day, and as a result, the roads and pavement were slick with wetness from the aftermath. It was dark and dreary, despite the time being early afternoon. Scott did not like the conditions, nor did he like doing the job at this time of the day, but they had agreed to start earlier for reasons they had discussed already. Scott's sleek, black car rolled up to the curb. He tilted his head, glancing at the rows of houses and apartments. Truth be told, he had never visited where his partner had lived. He couldn't fathom why he would ever come here again. It wasn't a place he would spend his free time, not to mention that the only time he wanted to interact with his partner was during business. It had taken him much gritting of teeth to come up with the agreement they had decided upon, to watch their target for the next few days. Despite the promises of rewards, he was not looking forward to it. Scott himself was a tall, masculine figure. Even sitting in the front of his car, he appeared to be formidable. He wore the same attire that she had always seen him wearing, almost like if it were apart of his body. It consisted of a black suit that fit to his features perfectly, his broad shoulders filling out the piece entirely, letting one guess at the impressive physique hidden beneath. A classy, red tie was draped from his chest. As usual, his face was hard and stoic. He had a prominent jawline, in which his lips seemed to be perpetually locked together, giving him a stern appearance. His face was shaven completely smooth, revealing his skin tone, which appeared to be sun kissed, a result from being outside for many hours. His hair was cut close to his scalp, the small black hairs were enough to run fingers through, but hardly anything to pull at, obviously for fighting purposes. His eyes were his most remarkable feature, two deep set blue hues that resembled the deepest and most exotic places in the ocean. However, they were hard, and gave nothing away. They were emotionless, and one could never guess what was going on in that head of his. He brought a phone to his lips, and dialed in his partners number. When she picked up, he would utter simple words. His voice was quiet, yet deep, hardly audible yet distinct at the same time. Hurry up, he would say when she picked up. I'm outside. Without another word, he hung up the phone, rolled down his window, and waited. As he waited, he looked down at the file, studying its contents of their target. He flipped through the pages, before he found the profile of the man they were searching. He was an ex mafia member, a middle aged man with rugged features, that probably had been handsome in his youth. He had long black hair, and large brown eyes. Tyler Franklin was his name. The reason for him leaving was unknown, but based on the rumors, he had stolen a large sum of money. Unable to take him down themselves, the mafia had contacted Scott Brooks's agency in hopes to kill him, and return the money. Scott had no intention of returning the money, and he had made it clear with his partner he would split it with her, as they had always split the bounty. She had accepted. He threw the file in the back once he was finished, and waited.