And here we go. I love you so much, thanks for your patient, you're the best. ❤️😘 I know this part is more or less boring one, but it had to happened. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
Sweet. So this is my way in, I need to ask Tyler if he got my diving gear. He should be fucking some girls, so I assume he won't have that much bodyguards around him. I need only the necessary gear. I hope Elly can be trustworthy, but I believe some threads cleared this things up.

I put the papers from Tyler about my next target on the table, grabbed my phone and called Tyler. He picked it up a few seconds after it.

"Yeah?" He greeted me.

"I hope you have everything I told you about. Come to my place in. You have twenty minutes," I commanded without any expressions.

"But Craig is..." He wanted to say something, but I jumped into his speech.

"I really don't care about Craig. Twenty minutes."

I had a bad feeling about this whole Tyler and Craig thing. I knew he was just taking care of our problem, like Evan's best friend, but I started to question myself if Tyler isn't slightly getting involved too deeply. I wasn't against it, not at all, I trusted Tyler with mostly everything. I was just protecting him, because Craig was going to die, and I hoped Tyler wasn't attached to him.

"Twenty minutes, got it," he replied, and I heard his sigh.

"Thank you."

I hung up and stood up. Stretching myself I walked to make some food to gain some energy on this mission I was going on. Tyler arrived within ten minutes. I let him in, while he put bag on the table in the kitchen.

"Everything you fucking need is in there. Dude, you really sure about this shit?" He asked, when he sat down.

"What do you mean? Are you doubting my skills?" I replied.

"Of course not, just thinking. Fucking FBI set you to kill some shit head, that means something. That they're fucking useless and can't kill him on their own. So he must be on high level."

He's right. They wouldn't hire me. But I'm professional, I know what I do. I checked this plan like a tenth times.

"I don't think we'll have anyone worse then Evan here," I responded.

We both heard a door opened and then footsteps getting closer to us. Tyler looked at me fully confused, and I just shrugged.

"Hi," Evan whispered carefully with fear in his voice.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked him, like a babysitter I was.

He was looking directly at Tyler, and I knew he was recognizing him. Evan wasn't dumb, and I knew he put two and two together. Tyler grinned at my victim.

"Hi there," he greeted him with waving.

"Evan, go back to your room," I commanded without any emotions.

Evan was just standing there in shock and surprise, looking at Tyler in complete silence.

"Evan," I raised my voice and get his attention.

"Go back to your room," I repeated.

He just turned himself and listened to me. Once the door shut behind him, Tyler looked at me with a smirk.

"So you and him, huh?"

"What are you pointing at?" I asked uninterested, checking if he really got me everything I needed.

"He's walking freely here, I thought he was supposed to be chained downstairs."

"I told you about Stockholm syndrome. Besides he's going to die in a week and something, so I guess I'm the good guy here," I replied.

"I though you don't care about him," he pointed out with a small smile.

I felt wave of frustration flowing through my body as he said that. From Evan, from Ryan, from all the problems which came these past days.

"I don't," I said coldly.

"Then why isn't he chained up? You said it yourself, he's going to die anyway."

"End of discussion. Wait for me in your car, and take these things along with you, I'll catch up with you in a few minutes," I informed him.

He stood up and left, giving me opportunity to go talk with Evan. I wanted to make sure he knew that I was leaving. I opened the door to his room and saw him siting on the bed.

"You used Craig to get to me, didn't you? So he pretend to love him? Is he hurting him?" He whispered, hugging his knees.

"I'm leaving," I informed him, completely ignoring his words, turned around and wanted to close the door, when he jumped out the bed and walked to me.

"Leaving? Where? Why?"

"None of your business," I replied, walking to the exit door.

I felt his hand on my arm. I turned my head to him confused.

"J-just be careful, please."

I didn't say anything, and left, locking the door behind me. I sat into my car, driving to Tyler's house to get him home. I stopped a few meters before his door.

"If anything, I repeat anything, happened, just call me ok?"

Why is everybody doubting my skills today? It's gonna be easy, without any problems.

"Go already, oh and Tyler one more task for you."

"Yeah?"

"I need you to get me some information about that Irish agent. Gather everything you can."

Tyler slowly smiled, nodding his head.

"Consider it done, boss."

I arrived to my position around 2 am. Silence surrounded me in a pleasant way, only water was hitting the boats and coast like a melody. I opened the bag full of things, slowly undress myself, and got into the diving suit along with a  oxygen bomb. I pulled out the spyglasses out, scanning the boat I was heading to. It was solid distance from the coast I was standing on, I was guessing ten-twenty minutes for me to get there.

I put the spyglasses back to the bag, and pulled out the small gun, loaded with poison bullets. Instant death. I grabbed a knife, just in case something would go wrong, and locked the car.

Here we go.

I got to the boat without any problems. To my own surprise there wasn't just a few bodyguards, there were plenty of them. That wasn't good. I had to reconsider everything.

Fucking hell! She told me he fucks every Friday on this boat! Oh, she's going to pay. Fine, I have to get inside.

I swam closer to the ladder, and silently boarded. I hid behind the crates, taking off the heavy equipment. Four man were chatting in front of the door, where I assumed was my way in. I needed to eliminate them, anyhow.

Time for good old distraction, I can't waste my poison though. One of this crate must go down.

I pushed the crate into the water, hearing loud splash. They all pulled out their guns, stupidly walking towards the noise. I silently avoided them, disappearing into the cabin leading downstairs.

I somehow manage walk through every room, from kitchen to sauna, before I opened the door to the bedroom. Right as I did that I knew something was wrong. I heard silent noise, like a string. And right then I heard high pitch noise, which made my head pound in pain. I instinctively cover my ears, using the wall for support from falling on my knees.

After few seconds it all ended, but I heard footsteps, and before I could anyhow react, they barged into the room, while I tried to catch my breath.

They pinned me to the wall, and even though I tried to defend myself the best way I could, they were stronger then me, as my head was still in pain and I felt disoriented.

"Well, well, well who do we have here?" I heard a voice, coming towards the room I was in.

It was a short light brown haired man, which I recognized. It was Ryan Brown, my target. I tried to resist the feelings which raised inside me from this situation.

"I hope I don't have to introduce myself. You think I would get myself killed? Elly is more afraid of me more then of some masked amateur like yourself."

That fucking bitch! Why isn't everything like before? Target, kill, money. How could she betray me? Am I being softer?

"Take him upstairs!" Ryan commanded them with a smile.

They grabbed me and lead me upstairs. I wasn't fighting, I tried to regain some energy for escape. I felt much better when I felt fresh air hitting my lungs. He didn't let me to enjoy it for much longer, when he out of nowhere stabbed me into my stomach. I gasped for air, full wave of pain flew through my body.

"That's enough. So any last words?"

My mind immediately switch to the escape mode, pushing everything back.

It's only him who's point the gun at me. That gives me few seconds for them to pull it out. The small boat is my way out.

"I'm coming for you. Watch your back," I whispered without any expressions.

He started to laugh, which I used. Filled with determination and adrenaline I got myself from the grip of two man, pulling out the knife, and then I sliced the ropes holding the boat up, which caused the boat drop into the water. I heard a gun shots as I was jumping to the boat. I managed to start the boat, quickly driving away.

My heart was racing, my body shaking. Right as I got to the coast, I didn't wait any more minutes. I got into my car, trying to catch my breath, when a sharp pain blasted inside my stomach. I unzipped the neoprene to see the blood everywhere. At that moment my vision started to be blurry, I was seeing black spots. I tried so hard not to faint, persist the pain from my stomach.

I need to call Tyler, I can't bleed out here.

I tried to find the phone, but I recalled that the phone is in the back. My hands started to shake, as it was really hard for me to breath. I growled, gripping the wheel tighter.

Fuck!