Mick was patting himself on the back for how well he could mask his thoughts. As he served each priviliaged unworthy noble their fancy champain at their fancy ball with their fancy clothes, through his smile he could only think
“In a few hours I will kill you.”
This job had beenthe est one yet finding a job thorugh the dark web wasn’t easy. Many people who would inquire any type of jobs would eventually chicken out before he could even do anything.
But not this one no this one came with a round trip ticket –several tickets for his crew- a fancy mansion to life in and best of all money. Money to get him to some no name placed called Cardonia, that surprisingly in this day and age still had royaty. Money to kill the cocky bastard and all of his minions. Tonight they would all bow to one man and that was him.
HE tried his best to keep the pleasentries but he was getting ansy, and the damn bow tie Boss made him and his crew wear was starting to throttle him.
“Excuse me young man.” Mick turns around to see a gruffly old gesser staring at him. He assumed the man would probably look a lot younger if it weren’t from that perminant scowl on his face.
“What—I mean ...Yes Sir?”
“Well as I told one of the other waiter’s the toast will e starting soon. I'm sure the King paid a great deal of money for you and you serving creww to be here it would be such a shame if I have to come to him with this mater...Hmm” He coughs and tries to straighten his chest the bastard didn’t even know how close he was to death. “As I explained to your other server, Beaumont’s must toast with Mirlot. I have been asking for a bottle of ____ for the past 20 mnutes I can’t strees enough how important this—“
“Sir let me get right on that ok!” Mick tried his best to look hospitalble but he clearly looked agitated, is smile showing all front teeth made him looked pained like someone was sticking him with safety pins. He brushes past the old man deciding it would be best to let the geasure have his last drink than to wring hs nec right there.
Mick walks over to one of the double door he walks up to the tall lank waiter holdng up an empty serving tray in his hand.
"Geez Fuller we're supposed to look like the staff. Put some drinks on your tray at least Geez!" His exasterated sig is oud and corse and makes Fuller straighten up as he stads.
"Sorry Mick but this glock is urning a whole in my pocket. These pompus windbags need another glass of wine like they need hole in their heads."804Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLPcVUzbIwu
The two chuckle to themselves. "That may be true but we have to look the part Boss is paying us good money to get our targets and we wont get the chance if they fire us before the toast." Mick looks around the ballrom the crowd
filled with wide eys and laughter . Putting a few drinks on his tray Fuller leans toward Mick, "So wich ones you plan to pop first. I as thinking that short haired blonde over there. She has that whole tragic "die while your young a beautiful" thing going for her."
"Let me guess you tred to flirt with her?"
"Heh Yeah the boujie bitch just laughed in my face....all i said was "hi" and she cackled and walked away... well e whose laughing tonight." Fuller chuckles as he tries to find the girl in the crowd, it didn't tak long before that emerald dress poked out.
"Focus Fuller, we have two targets the king and his mistress. After we kill them then you can get whoever else you want. SPeaking of which have ou seen the King."
"Oh yeah he stepped out of here bout 5 minutes ago with some red hot little number. Heh by the way he looked at her they weren't going to do much talkng." Fullr laughs uncontrollable as a noble reaches for a glass. The noble ive him a questioning look before walking away. "If you ask me that's the best way to die. a fancy party tasty food the finest woman on her nknees.. wooo that's a lucky man!"
"That luck man is about to die tonight you fool." Mick looks into the crowd seeing the old geaser from a moment ago,they lock eyes as the man starts tapping on his shiny watch around his wrist in frustration.804Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPtGlL9VI71
"Look I gotta go...give everyone the signal to be ready. DOn't forget Boss said there are gaurds everywhere so I need you all to focus.
"Chill Mick tonight is nna KILL...pn ntended ha!"
MIck urns out the door hearin fuller's laugh as he walks. Even through the music, he can hear the sounds o the doors locking on the other ends f the ball room. FUller gave the signal, everyone is ready, now the show is only missing it's leading players: The king, and his mistress.
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