Restart: Seagull and Crow Meet Once Again

"I don't even know who the fuck you are, but you're a psycho," he retorted, shrugging. "I've been duped, and I'm not gonna stand for this shit."

"You don't know who I am?" he asked, amused. "Well, you really are new to the whole assassin scene."

"Then go on, tell me who you are so I know who to kill later," he said, shrugging.

"I am Crow, of course. World's number one assassin," he bowed ever so slightly, laughing. "Pleased to meet you."

"Fuck you," he replied, shrugging. "I'm gonna take your place in a few years, so it doesn't matter much."

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied, glancing at his nails. They needed touched up.

"So," he said loudly, irritated by Crow's calm, "You have any clue who the fuck I am? 'Cuz you fucking should." He stripped off his white jacket, revealing a white, fitted t-shirt underneath. He stretched; for a teenager, he had large muscles.

"You're a child who doesn't understand his place in the world, yet," he shrugged. "You sound like me when I was ten."

"But the difference between me and a ten year old you is I can be a bastard because I deliver," he snarked, chuckling. "I can do anything you can do, and I can't even drink yet."

"You tell yourself that," he replied smiling at him. "I'll pretend to believe you."

"The fuck ever," he grumbled, dialing for Papa Mitya again. When that didn't work, he sighed deeply and pulled up Angry Birds on his phone, playing until they landed.

-x-

Crow set his bags down on the bed and laid down, stretching out. There should be some sort of mission update soon, he figured, but for now he'd relax.

"The fuck is there only one bed?!" exclaimed Seagull, glancing around. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Shut up," he grumbled. "You're annoying."

Seagull pulled his gun on Crow, aiming it directly at his head.

"If you don't fucking listen, I'll be more than annoying, fuckass."

"Well, I don't see how you pulling a gun makes you anything more than annoying," Crow replied, filing his nails.

He fired a bullet into the wall above Crow's head, scowling.

"Fucking listen or the next one goes in your face. It's not a big deal if I have to clean up a body--I was planning on leaving anyway."

He sighed.

"Fine, make it quick," he replied, not bothering to look up from his nails.

"Tell me what you know about this bullshit client that hired us," he demanded, sitting in a chair by the TV. "Everything you know."

"He hired me through an agent to kill a man who double-crossed him. A former assassino, as it is, who is hiding away. It requires two people because, well...I may be the world's best assassin, but the odds are too high even for me, going up against a retired assassin."

Crow smiled at Seagull.

"That's it."

He kept the gun pointed at him, frowning.

"If this bitch is so rich he can hire both of us, why the fuck didn't he spring for two beds?"

Crow shrugged.

"Like I know or care."

"What the hell ever," he groaned, sighing. "Get the fuck off the bed--it's mine. You get the fucking floor."

"You're leaving, remember?" he asked, grinning like a wolf. "The bed is mine."

"Papa's not picking up," he said, shrugging. "I might as well stick around. Now get off the bed before you bleed out on it."