"Xeno, I'm here to make a deal." Bakugou was done playing. He had a life to get back to and he was sick off all these weird feelings that came with Kirishima's idiot presence.
This ended now.
Xeno slithered around the corner into the warehouse, tall and lanky, with slicked back hair and a giant X on his massive forehead. His black coat drug along the floor, swishing with every movement. This guy was the embodiment of a cheesy anime villain. At least, that was what Bakugou would have thought if he watched anime. But Bakugou wasn't a filthy weaboo.
"What kind of deal?" The slimy bastard asked with the cock of his eyebrow. God, he was ugly.
"I'll turn a blind eye to whatever you're doing with that movie, and give you the dumb actor, if you pay me double what he offered to protect him."
"Bold move for an up and coming assassin. I hope you don't plan to put that in your resume."
"I'm thinking of spinning the story to make him sound like a psycho. He won't be able to tell his side if he's dead."
"Ah, but who said I planned to kill him?" Xeno's mouth twisted into a hideous grin, larger than the one he had before. "I plan on letting him finish this movie and keeping him as a pet. Good lab help is always hard to find these days."
"I honestly don't care what you do with him. As long as he doesn't squeal."
"He must have given you a ton of trouble."
"Yeah and I'd like to get him off my hands as soon as possible. He's gagged and bound in the trunk of my car if you're willing to pay the price."
"How very Barbaric of you." This tic tac toe looking mother fucker's impressed laugh made Bakugou want to vomit. "My doors are open if you're ever looking for a job."
"Tch." Bakugou scoffed. "I'm only choosing the lesser of two evils here."
"Being annoying is more evil than brainwashing all of humanity in order to pave the way for scientists to discover more things?"
"In my eyes, yeah. Anyway, is THAT all you're doing with the brainwashing thing? Funding science? This loser had me convinced it was something evil."
"The world would be a much better place if science was funded over, say, football, or the arts. We would have cured so many illnesses by now. We would be travelling the cosmos. But no. I'm not even allowed to make a single thing unless it can be approved for military purposes or make money."
Yeah, fair enough. But he shouldn't brainwash people over it.
"Plus I don't want anybody to know I talk to ten year old Japanese boys on the internet and try to make them build weapons of mass destruction for me."
Okay gross.
"Well, whatever. Are you going to write a check or not?"
"Why bother. I can give you cash right now. How much do you want?"
Bakugou smirked. "Fifty thousand."
"Fifty? Ah, that's a lot of money for something you want off your hands."
"Might as well make him worth something."
"An elegant answer. Stanly, go fetch fifty thousand from my safe." Xeno commanded into a walkie talkie.
Good.
Now that Stanly was occupied, this was his chance.
Bakugou lifted his hand to the back of his head, scratching three times.
The signal.
A shot rang out through the warehouse, followed by Xeno's course shout.
The target had been hit.
It was time to bail.
Mission accomplished.