Nothing Gay About Two Hot Strangers in a Hotel Room

Seagull fired a shot right above Crow's shoulder.

"Try me. Why should I leave you your life?"

Crow narrowed his eyes.

"Do. Not. Try. Me."

"That's not a reason at all," he sighed, shaking his head. "...Tell you what. I'll give you a head start. If I don't find you, you don't have to die."

"I'd rather just kill you right here and be done with it," Crow replied, clenching his teeth.

"Try, and I'll kill you first," he snorted. "Go on, I dare you, cock-sucker."

Crow wanted to, but he decided against it. He wasn't getting paid, there was no point.

"Fine. I'm going to leave. Do whatever you want."

"Good. Hope you never see me again, because I'll be the last thing you see." He didn't lower his weapon, but he took a step closer to the body. "Now get lost, you fucking parasite."

Crow knew it was a stupid decision, and he wasn't sure why he did it, but he did. He just left. He left the other assassin to clean up his mess, frame him, whatever he wanted.

It had been a long time since Seagull had last dared to visit the Windy City, but business had called; more importantly, it had called with a figure with a lot of zeroes.  That was what he kept in mind when he slept in his discreet, shitty hotel at night.  Soon he'd be in his vacation home in Barcelona, sipping imported vodka on the balcony.

Or at least, those zeroes and that vodka had been his driving force at first.  Now, it was something else entirely: revenge.  The intel had been sudden, but from a trustworthy source.  Seagull was willing to bet his left arm that Crow was in Chicago as well.  The trick, now, was to kill two birds with one bullet.

And so he waited in an expensive cafe, glancing at the restaurant across the street.  Crow's target was having lunch there, he was told; he had to show sooner or later.

Sometimes, things did not go as planned. This was one of those times. Rarely did Crow turn against the person who had hired him, but this was one of those times. Long story short, Crow was going to be cheated and he did not like being cheated. 

Crow's target sat down, and soon, Crow joined him. They spoke about a lot of things. Crow agreed not to kill him so long as he helped Crow.