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Balir smirked at the news of Zachary's demise. A few more flawless successful missions like this, and Tristan may be up for a promotion. The guy had talent, that was for sure. Balir cleared his throat.

"Absolutely satisfied, Vloed. Now, as far as missions go..." Balir paused and reached into a pocket sewn under his cloak. He pulled out a small stack of papers and thumbed through them. Balir always kept the most recently requested assassinations jobs on him in case there was a good chance to take care of one. Balir suddenly came upon the one he was looking for.

"Here we go." Balir spoke again. "It says here that there's a man named Earl Parks, mercenary for hire. He killed a recruiter in the United States when he realized that she'd been following him. So now we need to get this bastard, alright? Now," Balir paused and skimmed the paper farther towards the bottom.

"I've got some info here... He's hiding out in the city of Leiden in the Netherlands. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, it should be relatively near your last assassination. He was last spotted running some suspicious activities in a hotel called De Beukenhof, but I can't guarantee he'll be there now. Be careful, he's probably going to be heavily armed and dangerous. "

Balir paused for a moment to give a nasty scowl to a Recruit who seemed to be staring at him and his height (or lack thereof). The Recruit jumped, startled, and hurried off up some stairs.

"Anyways, the reason I'm sending you on this mission is because I figured that you would not only be up to the job, but because you're closer than any other of my able assassins right now. I know it's not quite your standard fare, but I'm sure you can get done. You can get it done, can't you?"

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"I do not fear death because I was dead for thousands of years before I was alive and it caused me no inconvenience." - Mark Twain

Also, this.

Tristan smiled and was already turning his car around. "This Parks person sounds like a challenge and I always like a good challenge, sir. Besides if he killed a fellow recruiter then he deserves to die... and I think I know some really good ways to do it already...." Tristan had his laptop on the passenger seat next to him and was smiling at the thought of creating the perfect death scenario for his new target. "Consider it done sir, if there's any additional information I should know about you would send it to my to one of my email-accounts as usual sir?"

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"Of course. For now I've given you all that's available, but if something else comes up I will be sure to let you know. You'll also see that you've been wired 15000 € for completing your previous job. Good luck on getting this guy." Balir flipped his cellphone closed. Today was turning out to be a pretty good day after all.

He checked the time on his cellphone. Almost time for an initiation seminar with the new Recruits, and he hadn't had any breakfast. With his stomach growling, Balir looked around for something to eat. The cafeteria was all the way across the compound, and he wouldn't have enough time to get there and still make the seminar. He may be a cold-blooded assassin, but he still needed to eat... Balir spied another Recruit holding a bagel with some jam on it. Balir pulled out one of his knives tossed it quickly at the feet of the man. It landed mere centimeters away from the man's foot. The man jumped up in surprise.

"Hey buddy!" Balir called out. "Mind if I borrow that?" The Recruit was dumbfounded.

"Uh... sure...?" He tossed Balir the bagel.

"And my knife please?" The man tossed Balir his knife as well. "Thanks." Balir walked off, smiling as the man just stood there, watching him disappear down the hall which led to the conference hall. Balir loved messing with the Recruits.

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"I do not fear death because I was dead for thousands of years before I was alive and it caused me no inconvenience." - Mark Twain

Also, this.

Michael had swiftly expended all of the ammunition he had been given, shredding each target with a marked improvement upon each one. "Just rusty..." He mumbled, beginning to sweep up the spent cartridges. After gathering them all together, he held them in a small basket made from his vest and dumped them into the allocated bin.

After collecting his weapon, the three magazines and the targets, Michael headed for his room on the American compound once again. It wasn't grand, but more than he could have hoped for. Ensuring that his weapon was stored safely was his chief concern, before he put the kettle on and booted up the laptop sitting on the wooden coffee table between the television set and his chair. He waited for the kettle to boil before Michael checked the laptop, a cup of steaming tea now in his left hand.

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In a shabby hotelroom in Leiden, Tristan was typing on his laptop, looking at the screen. "Mercenary Earl Parks... quite the man, muscle for hire, gun for hire and generally a man for hire... gunned down his brother when he was offered some cash... and that was when he was 15... this guy might be an interesting hunt." Smilling Tristan hacked into the De Beukenhof's computer system and planned how to make his kill.

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Tatsuya stretches and collapses on the crisp white sheets of the bed in his rented hotel room. It had taken him over an hour to get through the congested streets of London to this place, and although it wasn't as nice as he might have hoped, it was more than enough to rest in for a day while jet lag takes its toll.

He looked over idly at the mobile on his beside table.

I wonder when the midget is gonna pay me..

Sighing he looks up at the ceiling, he was tired but not relaxed, and he knew it wouldn't be all that long before he ended up back on his laptop searching for information on the next case.

"Rest just isn't as sweet these days."

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"...which is why, if you leave the compound and do not check in, you will be hunted and killed." Balir finished his hour long speech that was the initiation seminar. "Now, some of you may be expecting a question and answer segment. Well you'll be disappointed because I--

Balir had spotted a recruit snoozing in one of the auditorium chairs. Balir rolled his eyes. One of these days he was going to strip those seats of all the cushioning. And add spikes to the seats. He swore to God. Rubbing his temples in annoyance, Balir shocked everyone in the hall by, in one lightning fast motion, grabbing a throwing dagger from under his cloak and sending it speeding with precision at the sleeping man's leg. There was a moment of silence when the dagger found its mark.

The man awoke immediately, screaming in pain. Balir winced for a moment, then shouted over the man's agonized cries. "Oh shut up! You'll be fine; I didn't even pierce the bone!" Balir cocked his head and leaned forward to get a closer look at where the man was hit, then added, "I think."

The entire hall was watching him silently. They were obviously expecting him to kill any one of them at any moment. Balir sighed. "You may now return to your quarters, or wherever you need to go." With that, Balir turned away from the podium with a whirl of his cloak and left the stage.

As he was walking down the hall in order to get to his office, his beeper went off. He plucked it nonchalantly from his belt and looked at a computerized reminder popping up.

Reminder: Check status of LONDON, ENGLAND operative TATSUYA NARA

Balir clicked the button to remove the reminder before taking out his cell and flipping to Tatsuya Nara. He tapped the button and called, waiting for it to pick up. If the phone answers, Balir was ready to say, "Tatsuya, this is Balir. I'm going to go ahead and assume that this is a secure connection. What's the status on your target? Dead I assume."

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"I do not fear death because I was dead for thousands of years before I was alive and it caused me no inconvenience." - Mark Twain

Also, this.

Beth drummed her fingers on the benchtop in her kitchen, annoyed at the delay from her boss for her next mission. It's not that she was bored exactly; she just needed to keep herself in practice. She was seriously considering taking a holiday to a Guild HQ somewhere else in the world; maybe they'd give her a real challenge. The last lot had all been too easy.

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Whistling the technician walked into the hotel and walked to the lobby, getting the attention of one of the members of the hotel's staff. "Excuse me, I'm the technician you called. Could you tell me which room it was with the electricity problem?"

The staffmember looked at him quizically. "What are you talking about, we have no problems and we certainly didn't call you."

The blond technican blinked his gray eyes for a moment. "Are you certain, couse I don't like being called for nothing you know."

The staffmember looked at him for a moment before typing something down on the keyboard in front of him. "Let's see... technical difficulties... technical difficulties... see I can't find an- Wait... hey here's something guess my colleague must have talked you before he went home...."

The technician shrugged. "Probably... I don't know the guy's name I just got send here by the company... so which room is it?"

"Room 56... you know where it is?"

The technician looked around. "Just point me in the right direction and I'll find it... sooner I get my job done the sooner I can get home to the wife and kids."

"I hear ya, well good luck with fixing the problem."

Tristan smiled. "Oh, I think it will work out."

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(Ack! Sorry about the wait I's been busy with real life stuffs ^^')

Tatsuya lays looking up at the ceiling when his mobile situated on the bedside table begins to vibrate and flash. Tracing a lazy eye over at it and a satisfied grin spreads over his lips as the word 'Midget' flashes up on the small LED screen. It's always fun to make fun of the boss when he's not close enough to throw anything pointed at you after all.

Picking up the phone, he flips it open and opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut off as the words "Tatsuya, this is Balir. I'm going to go ahead and assume that this is a secure connection. What's the status on your target? Dead I assume." emanate from the ear piece instantaneously.

"Don't insult me half-pint of course he's dead" Tatsuya says idly as he leans back again, bringing agitated squeaks from the bedsprings. "How much are you going to pay me and who am I going to flat-line next?"

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