"Look, what I'm offering you is bacon and eggs." Harlan explained, after having sat down in the diner and ordered breakfast for both of them; he let the waitress left, before he continued his thoughts. The older man had taken out an old fashioned pocket watch, looking rather annoyed at the time.

"Every day of your life, you're having toast and coffee; it does the job, but it doesn't really satisfy you, does it?" He asked rhetorically, taking a drink of bitter black coffee and making a disgusted face, to illustrate the point.
"Occasionally, we manage some jam on our toast, some creamer in our coffee... and life becomes all the more bearable, am I right?" He continued, spooning sugar and pouring creamer in his coffee; the next time he sipped, he sighed with appreciation.

"Yet... that looks like nothing when you see those fuckers eating bacon and eggs, am I right?" Stephen Harlan said this with a cold conviction, motioning to a rather well off couple climbing into an outrageously expensive sports car.
"You work hard for a living kid; you work every day, litteraly fighting for your food... and still, all you have to show for it is your choice of jam and a spoonful of sugar, while those lazy bastards wake up everyday to bacon and eggs." Stephen said calmly, sipping his coffee, his eyes on the retreating taillights in the night.

"So, like I said, I'm offering you Bacon and Eggs for life; and all you've got to do is give me a yes when I ask you this next question." The older man said calmly, the Colt .45 held under the table; the alternative to yes.

"Do you want to become an Assassin for hire? No romantic shit, are you willing to become a killer? I'd train you, me and a select cadre I've cobbled together... but you may not survive it, but I promise you that you won't survive the alternative." Stephen Harlan said, as casually as he had ordered his meal. The waitress arrived, placing their meals before them; for Harlan, that was Bacon and Eggs, for him, coffee and toast.

"Hungry?"

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