Gary listened intently to everything this guy was saying. At first he thought it was general bullshit and the guy was a bit off, but the more the man talked, the more Gary wanted to hear what he had to say. Something about the way he talked was entrancing, it felt like Gary could relate. Gary understood what he had meant when motioning the well off couple, feeling the same as this guy. What have they ever done that was so hard?

The more the older man talked, the more rage that built up in Gary. Rage he thought he’d buried long ago was brought to the surface. He hated people with easy lives, despised people born into wealth that never worked a day in their lives. This old bastard has it right.

When the ‘offer’ came, Gary understood what was going on. This guy was here to enrol him in some sort of assassin school to train him how to kill or here to dispose of him for the insult of not joining. Gary had never really felt at home in the Underground League, it just helped pass the time, helped him forget how shit his life was. And now here was an opportunity to change that, to actually have a purpose, to feel like he belonged. Not surviving wasn’t really that much of drawback. He didn’t have much to go back to. This was his chance.

As the waitress placed the toast and coffee in front of him, Gary turned to her. “I’m sick of toast and coffee. It’s time I started eating eggs and bacon.”
She took the hint and took back the plate.

"Hungry?"

Gary turned back to the assassin, a relaxed smile spreading across his face. “Starving.”

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