Hehehe, Nick is still asleep. Guess I have time for thinking everything through now. They really need to stomach it up though, get some blood on their hands. I just want them to be able to do it if I'm not here, I can't always protect them. They are like children as well, staring at whatever and not focusing on whats important. Hell its all justified isn't it? We needed the money for survival,debt and for medical reasons so ends justify the means. Now what to do about our little Tumulus, wait he's in our apartment right? Oh shit! You jump out of bed and look for the husky in question. He's still passed out on the couch thank goodness. Oh fuck, that was scary for a second. Shit would've hit the fan and it wouldn't have been pretty. Plus I don't think the others would like to wake up to a corpse in the room.  Well, they need to get used to death honestly. I mean look at me,I'm healthy,sane,tough and am a money maker, don't flinch at gore or death and actually create it unlike those cur who couldn't harm a fly. They need to wake up and smell the rotting bodies, need to realize that life isn't easy and that you've got to do these things as its either them or you right? It isn't sunshine and rainbows like they seem to think, it's burning buildings and screaming animals. I mean come on, they couldn't even just finish off that one guy who was split in half! It isn't that hard to stomp brains onto the ground. Then there's that pussy fluffy. Both of them in fact. They need to stop being such little cowards and learn to at least hurt someone, seriously! It's annoying to see them act all goody two shoes and innocent all the time, makes me sick. I don't understand the people around me at all, they can't just figure out how to kill can they? Pff, life is life whether it's taking it or giving it or living it. I mean that last heist was terrible! I had to finish off that one guy for them and kill the security guard for them and kill that raccoon for them and drag them into the vault and deal with that kid who tried to play hero for them and deal with Tumulus. If that ain't holding their hand I don't know what is. Then Finnick was just the driver, that's it so if he brags about his part I'll point that out to him as a friendly reminder. Jeez I need to talk to them about how to live the new lifestyle,the greenies that they are. I don't think they understand the concept,the execution and the reasons why. Well I need to get dressed and a shower would feel good. Yeah, let's do that. You walked back into the room and grabbed some clothes from the drawers, turned the shower on and waited for it to get hot. About 2 minutes later you tested it with your hand and it seemed warm enough. After the revitalizing shower that made sure you didn't smell like sweat,blood and rot you dressed and waited for Nick to wake up. The bed seemed like a good place to wait so you parked yourself and prepared yourself to deal with Nick. This is going to be fun. His groaning and the movement of blankets alerted you to his arrival to the real world.

"Y/N what are you doing," he asks in a tired voice.

"Waiting for you silly. Now when you've gotten dressed and woken up completely come back as we need to talk."

"Yeah we do, alrighty well getting dressed is first then coffee is second."

"Sadly it seems you've only gotten those priorities straight." He gives you a glare at this comment.

"Whatever let me wake up first." You roll your eyes at him. The 20 minute wait was like the annoying one you get when a restaurant is too full and they give you the little buzzer to wait in impatience. The you sit there and wonder why you chose a place you knew was going to be filled and question your choices for the day. When he finally did come back in and sit opposite of you a feeling of everything being held together by a thin strand of string strangely still doing its job was forced on you.

"So....there needs to be some kind of change."

"Yes! You need to stop being so controlling and trying to make everyone be like you!"

"We'll look at me! I'm sorry to say Nick but being like me keeps you alive and it keeps you paid."

"Keeps you paid and alive? How many times have you almost died?"

"Only a couple and yes it does pay, obviously."

"Yet we shouldn't have to be like you and we shouldn't have to so what's you do!"

"I'm sorry that the only way for me to survive is by taking whatever I have to!"

"It didn't have to be that way!"

"Oh really? How would we have paid for all this stuff?"

"But it's your fault it happened!"

"So I tried to fix it!"

"But you shouldn't have broken it in the first place!"

"ARGH! I'm sorry I do what I have to! I'm sorry I have to fucking guide you like a lost child! I'm sorry you're too scared to kill someone! I'm sorry I am trying to keep us alfloat!"

"You're really just dragging us down to the bottom!"

"Well what's your solution  then!?"

"....."

"FUCKING EXACTLY SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME DO MY THING AND GET A DAMN BACKBONE! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT SHOULDN'T I BE DOING AND HOW I SHOULD FIX IT IF YOU HAVE NO SOLUTION YOURSELF!" He slaps you. He really just slapped you.

"Stop yelling."

"If I smacked you hard it'd break your neck so many times it wouldn't even be funny."

"Then do it."

"No."

"How can you call me weak if you can't kill a single fox?"

"Then kill me? Here," you hand him a gun and load it,"kill me."

"No."

"Then what's your point?"

"That I'm not letting you win. In not going to kill you and I won't kill anyone else if possible."

"Your a fool. A fool you are. I don't know what you think you are, Drahndi or what but it's not going to happen for me."

"And why not scars?"

"Don't call me scars and because I've got too much blood on my hands already and it is to going to stop anytime soon."

"Well scars I'm not entirely innocent either hehe."

"You're way more innocent than me. Way more innocent than me. Maybe that's why you're soft, not enough blood."

"I'm fine the way I am. Would you change me? That em as you don't love me at all."

"I do love you. And you want me to change as well!"

"But I'm trying to change you for your own good!"

"You had better believe I'm thinking the same thing!"

"Seems we are at an impasse. Neither of us wants to change."

"Well change is needed."

"Not always. Was Russia's switch to socialism a good change? No."

"But some can be good. Look at how I've changed to be more kind and caring! I used to be cocky and uncaring but I've changed!"

"Argh! Aaagh! FUCK!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"AHAHAHAHA! I'm done with all of you! You don't like me I'll leave! See where you are then!" You grab a bag and fill it with clothes and some ammo for (your fave weapon) and walk out the door. The living room is stirring with activity and as the door slams behind you everyone turns towards you.

"It went well?"

"No...."

"Well I hear some of the conversation and would like to make a suggestion. Maybe we can do something where it doesn't involve killing people?" Hahahaha! Too innocent Fluffy. You point and cackle at him, his face turning a bit flush with red and it seemed Crimson and Finnick got a bit angry.

"I am sorry but Hahahaha! That's not the smartest thing to say to someone like me. Like telling a plumber to not use pipes, it's his job."

"So it's your job to be chaotic and murderous?"

"Yep glad you aren't stupid and half at least half a brain! Well bye to hopefully never see you all again!" You stomp off to the front door and open it, taking one last look at everyone. Crimson and Fninnick still flare at you.

"You can't leave."

"Bitch! Watch me! Hopefully you'll try to stop me so I can have an excuse to smash your sorry ass against the concrete!"

"You mother fucker!"

"Oh yeah! Come at me ya bastard! I'll make you into pulp!" He doesn't do a thing, just growls and glares like a coward. What I thought. You slam the door behind you and make your way down the stairs. You didn't need a car, just walked wherever you pleased. Some people stared at you and others seemed curious. The hot sidewalk bounced heat back up at you while the sun beat down from above. You slumped through the streets and the plazas, paying no mind to anyone. Your main ibex give was to take one step after the other, put some distance between you and everyone else. Your two thoughts were tundra town and Sahara square. Neither were the worst place you'd been in. The Arabian deserts and the Serbian ice were the worst.  Neither was hospitable to most animals as they were about the most devoid of resources you could think of. Of course the ice were better than the hot desert sand. Then again the times you had been in the ice weren't the best. Both were bad, but they had been beaten by you. Tundra town seemed like the better choice though. The constant snow could cover tracks and provide a certain amount of cover if used correctly. The farther north you headed the colder it grew. Your breath showed in the air and flakes of snow fell on your head and shoulders. The light perspiration that had formed on you turned to ice and the wind blew from the north. Hehe if only it had some trees, mountains and frozen plains as well as frozen lakes. Hehe then throw in the Russian military and it'd feel like Siberia all over again. Hehe Sahara Square would've reminded me of being hunted down by most of the middle eastern governments, terrorists, and even the U.S. military. Oh those were fun times, stalking prey in the harshest climates you can get. The snow falling on me or the desert blowing sand, giving me ample opportunity to strike and kill without trace and loving as the soldiers looked around confused. The Russians were much more fun as I feel they told stories of me hehe. Maybe I've become a legend to them haha. The one who stalks hunters haha. The campfires could be the best places to freak them out. Sitting in a tree above waiting for them to get comfy and swoop down in front of the fire. Or sneak right up to them, take a seat and wait for someone to point me out as odd. Hehe my favorites were just messing with them, making myself known but never striking. Oh they knew what and who I was but never knew if I was going to strike or leave them be. Then leaving the camp and making sure they follow the trail to the last camp with their comrades slain in horrific ways and strewn about for added effect. Shock and awe baby. Shocking them into submission using shocking death and gore while making them awe at the grace of death that I was in combat. They grew afraid and my enemy became demoralized so I won. Just harassment and gore can win you the war hehe. You laughed to yourself. The polar bears that were following you really needed to work on subtly moving, unless they wanted to be known. You instantly load your weapon ,still inside the bag, and wait to see what they do. If they wanted a fight they could have one. The way they were dressed was a bit weird though. They dressed like gangsters, all suit and tie. Not very common these days, cheating my old style though. Humph, maybe someone finally picked up some fashion sense in their little group of hoodlums. Instead of wearing baggy pants and sweat shirts ,or whatever they wear nowadays, they wear real classy suits and dress pants, ties or bow ties, dress shirts and cufflinks. All good fashion. Hehe I'll have to ask them where they got their clothes from if any are still alive hehe. They formed up and seemed to have their hands in common and easy to reach places for weapons. You turned and pulled your weapon and aimed at them. They were still trying to pull them out and acted surprised at your quickness.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you guys. You got families to feed and places to not be buried in so why don't you all go shoot someone else. When I fire I don't miss and even then I can shred you with my bare hands so why don't you go tell your boss to go fuck himself and leave me alone. I've killed men hardier then any of you, but do tell him he knows his clothes. Anyways I suggest you take my advice and walk away from this."

"You sir are either brave or stupid but there are more of us than there are of you puny wolf. You also don't disrespect Mr.Big's men else you wind up dead."

"Mr.Big? Hmm. He looking for a new hire? You shoot at me he will be in need of replacements so might as well let me talk to him instead of killing yourselves okay? You understand?"

"Why you!" That was all the far left guy said before his body lay in the cold snow gushing and twitching. The polar bears size didn't help how much blood was melting the snow either. His buddies seemed surprised and made the smart choice of lowering their hands  away from their concealed weapons.

"Now, let that tell you I don't make threats, I make promises that I always keep so how about we meet this Mr.Big before I blow everyone's brains out?" They seemed to submit before turning around and heading toward a good sized mansion. You kept your gun out, not trusting anyone or anything. You did notice something odd though. Seven sets of footprints yet you had only seen five of them. This means there was one unaccounted for as one of those sets was the dead bear and another you. Rooftops, yep there he is. The guy was right above you. A single bullet entered through his eye and exploded out the back of his skull which caused the ones dead in front of you to flinch when they realized another had fallen. Good thing I pay attention. The mansion drew closer and you watched every window, every single one for any one stupid enough to take a pot shot at you. Seems like no one is feeling lucky today. All the better for them and for their boss. He already needs to replace two let alone replace more but it would make me look a bit better or make me look worse. Don't know what kind of man he is, until he attacks me then he is a dead man. Then again, I don't know if he has enough balls to do that. Only one way to find out and judging by those double doors I'll find out soon. The solid oak doers that had carvings set in them with golden knobs stood before you and the bears. Haha I so want to kick in these doors. But then my body might take over and start blasting so better not. Two of the Bears opened the doors for you but you urged them on. I'm not falling for this one, how stupid do they think I am? They rolled their eyes and walked in, you caught the door and looked around the room. The Bears stood in every corner of the room and the bear that was sat down and had his hands clasped seemed surprised when you closed the door. He turned towards the others with his eyebrow raised and they nodded toward him in confirming their allies deaths. The bear sighed and opened his paws to reveal and arctic shrew who had some age to him.

"So this wolf kills two of my helpers and has the nerve to barge in here gun raised and cocky?"

"Afraid so Mr.Big."

"So you know who I am and still do this."

"Not really. Just thought it'd meet the guy who's grunts came after me."

"So let me educate you. I am the most feared crime boss in zootopia and you do all this?"

"Does it look like I care? I've taken down scarier things then a couple polar bears and a shrew."

"You dare disrespect me!"

"Well now I'm just looking for some work but if I instead have to kill you that is fine."

"Kill me? Kill me!?"

"Oh yeah hahaha. Oh man hehehe. You should be scared buddy, really scared."

"Hahahahaha! I've been in the crime business since I was a young lad and you think you're better then me for killing a couple of animals?"

"Actually if you knew who I was you'd be quivering right now but hey."

"Oh and who are you huh?"

"Why I'm Y/N!"

"Impossible! He died! The whole world knew about it so you're lying," his eyes search you though. Scanning your face and body.

"I'm not hehehe. I really am the infamous Y/N! Kill you, your organization, your friends,your family, everything Hahahaha!"

"Holy shit it is you." The bear's eyes go wide and the shrew seems a bit shaken, as if he has seen a ghost.

"So you want my services or do you want to be serviced?"

"Um. Yes um. We might have use for your services."

"Might or do? Big difference."

"Do, we do!"

"Good, need a place to stay as well. Pretty new to getting back into it. And I'm sorry about your men but it had to be done, I'm sure I'll be a suitable replacement though."

"Yes, yes yes you will. Erm..... What do you need exactly?"

"Just a bed, food, and that is about it. I assume ammo and weapons will be naturally provided?"

"Yes. Erm..... I'll have to get you measured for an outfit that is styled after us. Otherwise I think you've found a new line of work Mr.Y/N."

"Why thank you Mr.Big, I graciously accept your offer and look forward to working for you with these other fine gentlemen. I shall be lead to my chamber or?"

"Yes of course! Please, Distroyesk, show your new coworker where he shall stay."

"Once I am settled in I would like an assignment please, get something productive today."

"Well most of the things we have today involve trying to not shoot everyone and everything at all costs and have the deal done and over with."

"I can intimidate them. I've been told I can have a terrifying aurora about my person if I really wanted to. So just make sure the deal goes smooth. Got it. When and where?"

"Swing around the back and hop in one of the cars with the others. This will be at 10:30 sharp. Don't be late."

"When am I ever late?"

"How would I know?"

"Sorry, just saying that to look good."

"Whatever just show him his room and let's get this hurried along!" Geez all anxious and pushy now. Bastard. At least I have a roof over my head and work to do. Huh I just miss Nick. Damn it......already getting emotional. Come on now! Get it together! You can't crawl back so soon else he'll be all cocky and a know it all. Fuck that and fuck Crimson and Finnick. I will pound their asses into the dirt they do that again. I swear I'm coming closer and closer to not caring anymore and ending them. I'm tired of their shit, their acting superior even though I am obviously in control and the most combat capable. Hell they would love to hear my stories of exploits, running for my life and for riches! I'm legendary and feared even in death and when I make my coming back official you know they are going to start tearing this city apart. Russian,Middle Eastern,Chinese,American,British,German,Italian,French,pretty much everyone will be looking for me to either kill or kidnap me. Most likely to kill even though it's going to be harder than they think. If tanks,a fighter jets and bombers, Navy SEALs,Spetsnaz,GIGN,GSG-9,FBI,Delta force,Marines, PMC's, APC's,MRAP's, terrorists, Chinese special forces, SAT, super villains/heroes can't kill me then what makes them think they can? Another notch in the pistol. Hahahaha Jesse and Frank James, Billy the Kid, Machine gun Kelly, Stalin,Hitler, Churchill and Patton don't have shit on me! No one does! Not even nuclear missiles! AHAHAHAHAHA! Kill everyone,every machine, every bug, every piece of vegetation, everything! Burn it, explode it, pollute it, shoot it, nuke it, ballistic missile it, MOAB it, bomb it, shred it, tear it, cut it, slice it, crush it, smash it,destroy it. Whatever it takes hahaha! I have a bloodlust now! Hahahahaha! The red veil has descended, the buzzing has over come, the gasoline has over flowed, my mind has slipped away! I don't care anymore! I just want to kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! HAHAHAHAHAHA! MURDER!  Carpe Dieme! Pugnando Pro Victoria! Viva la revolution! Uccidili Tutti! Blut und Ehre!Through the gates of heaven or hell!

"Hey Mr,Big. Got a favor to ask. A really important favor."

"Which is?"

"Give me an area to destroy instead. I have an urge to kill. And if I don't satisfy it soon it'll be unleashed upon you!"

"Uhhhmmmm! Go down town and take out the Frankchester family!"

"AFFIRMATIVE MISSION ENGAGED AND TARGETS AQUIRED. LOCKED AND LOADED LETS GET THIS DONE!" You rushed out of the mansion and set off downtown. You searched for the Frankchester family and didn't find too much. You began to ask the locals, your anger now rising and the lust growing greater.

"So you might check around the local dollar mart."

"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT DOLLAR MART! I AM ACTUALLY TWO SECONDS FROM REMOVING DOWNTOWN OFF THE EARTH. IF I DO NOT FIND THEM YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH IN THIER PLACE! JUST HOLD YOUR BREATH AS YOU WISH FOR DEATH MAGGOTS! FUCKING SQUIRM WORMS! SCREAM HAHAHAHAHA! IT ONLY FUELS ME AND BRINGS ME PLEASURE! SO YOU HAD FUCKING BETTER HOPE I FIND THEM SOON!"

"Jesus! Holy fuck! Damn! See the other mansion over there? Check it! You also know they do have a Russian ambassador over right?"

"IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? NO! NOT THE FIRST TIME I'VE SPILT RUSSIAN ORGANS UPON THE COLD SNOW!" You ran into the mansion to be greeted by shocked faces and guns being pulled. The ambassador held his hand down and looked at you for a second. Then the cooler drained form his fur and his eyes showed true fear.

"Снежная Ярость!"

"Yeah it's me buddy! You must've been that lucky one who drove away in time when I was too focused on the T-90! Hahaha looks like loose ends will be tied up!" The guys body guards froze up as well. They all knew the 'myth' of the winter fury!

"СУКА ЫУАТ!"

"ЫУАТ!"

"Fuck you guys too!" They didn't get to reply as you had began your rampage. You grabbed the ambassador by the jaws and dove your hands down his mouth. You began to forge open his mouth and went past that to the point where you ripped off the bottom half of his about off and left the bottom dangling. He screamed the whole time and everyone watched in pure terror, not moving but rather watching as you moved on. The next guy want so lucky. You punched his snout as hard as possible and watched as it sucked back into his skull and as your fist went through the back of his skull with mush and bone with it. His face looked like if when you sucks in your lips like when you eat something sour but it was his whole face and too far inwards. His buddy had his arms off and his legs bent backwards. The last of the three pissed himself and you merely crushed his skull using your hands, his head squirting brains out like a squashed tomato. Then the family was next. The while building began to swarm with goons but they soon stopped when they took a look at the corpses of the Spetsnaz soldiers. You took this ample opportunity to literally clean house of the pests. A good round of light punches left some with blood spilling from holes on body. A nice barrage of bullets also dropped more. Screams of pain (and brains being lobotomized by bullets and/or limbs flying off and/or bodies burning) sounded through the air as the fell and their numbers bagel to dwindle. Eventually they just stopped and stood there, accepting death.

"Hey thanks for making your trip to hell that easier guys, save me a seat?"

"Fuck you! I hope your burn!"

"Been there done that pal. Anyways tell Satan that the soul collector is back in business for me would ya?"

"Die!"

"Maybe one day but not this one!" You finished the little game with a swift kick to his legs and exploding his head upon your knee. Then it was down to the boss and his family. The boss man himself was filled with extra metal, the wounds spraying blood on his wife and son. Next was his wife. She stood still in hock at what happened. You grabbed her tail and spin her back towards you. You set to work with your claws and split haired down her spine, opening up her entire backside and making her shriek in an impossibly high pitch. Last was the poor boy. He wasn't going to be an orphan at all, hopefully he would enjoy his parents company as you tore his head off of his shoulders. It ripped with a cracking, tearing and with blood spraying your face. You then did the same with the man,woman and ambassador,planning to bring their heads to Mr.Big as proof of death. Then you also took the patches off of the Spetsnaz soldiers as proof of death as well, showing him that you really were Y/N and that you meant business to his other grunts. You walked away from the house dripping in blood and entrails. You walked straight to Me,Big's mansion not caring about the vomiting animals and others stares. You kicked in the door easily and walked up to Mr.Big's office, the stairs creaking as you ascended them. Your flight ended with another door kicking and a good old fashioned head tilting and smile towards Mr.Big. He jumped up from his little desk and the bear behind him seems to jump a bit as well. You held up their bloody and still fresh heads in front of you.

"I prefer the good old fashioned way of claiming bounties, showing their heads. Would you like them or can I keep em among my others?"

"Keep them! But I saw no sharp tool with you so how did you.."

"Hands, bare hands. Yeah I can tear limbs off with them. Favorite thing of mine actually. Always love to heat them scream and see their comrades helplessly look at them knowing that he is already gone."

"And who is this fourth one?"

"A Russian ambassador with Spetsnaz guards. Pretty funny as he seemed to have a name for me. Don't know what it is in English but it sounded cool. Nice to know that I still haunt Russia. Anyways just know Russia will be knocking and she'll be awful angry at first. Just show me off to them and they'll other attack the whole damn city or back the fuck off, not sure. Hehehe you do that it's likely they will actually ask for help from other countries so we'll have the city torn apart just so they can get at me. I'm a wanted man Mr.Big, very wanted. Honestly surprised the F.B.I or C.I.A hasn't come after me lately, miss their little visits. Anyways hope you enjoy counter terrorism units and armies showing up at your front door armed and aimed. Hehehehe a hidden fee of my services I'm afraid. So you still want me? Remember I can always fight them off but it'll just get really annoying after a while is all."

"What!?"

"Yeah I got armies and private militaries after me buckaroo! It's always exciting! Anyways tell me how to get to my room and the common area for all the grunts okay?"

"Room is this floor, right hallway three doors down on the left side. Common area downstairs and center. Anyways I don't know if you should stay if you have all that after you."

"They'll interrogate you guys for information so might as well have a better chance of not having that happen when I'm around. Anyways can I get paid and go relax among my fellow workers?"

"Sure?" He snaps his fingers and a brown sack of cash is thrown at you.

"Thanks boss, see you tomorrow for another job?"

"Yeah erm......yeah."

"Alrighty, sweet dreams hahahahaha! That is if I don't haunt them!" You walk back out and slam the door. You fly down the stairs and land in the common room among your co-workers.

"Hey buddy, you are awful bloody. Might need to get that checked!"

"Oh all this? None of it is mine hehehe. I suggest you keep telling little stories of how you stubbed your toe to you and your friends bud."

"I'll have you know it was a dire fight between me and three other guys!"

"HAHAHAHAHA YOU SIT MAKE ME LAUGH! I just got done with killing who knows how many and you brag of a three versus one? Man I got to share some stories with you animals. Gather round here as grandpa needs to do some story telling."

"Hey fuck you buddy! Don't even lie!"

"Well here is some proof you don't mess with me," you say as you slam down the Spetsnaz patches on the table in front of you. Everyone goes wide eyed at them and stares at the symbolism behind them.

"What!?"

"Exactly so shut it and let me talk. Okay so one day I get hired out to them deserts over in Arabia, Iran, Kuwait, fun land eh? So he hired me to solos secure a landing area for some of his airborne on an oil rig owned some warlord or dictator or some shit. So I'm out in a sandstorm just moving in the waves undetected and they don't even see what is coming. Now keep in mind that these guys have military equipment and training right? I climb up a ladder and sneak up behind some poor bastard. Rip his throat out and sump him into the water below. Then I move on the the next and the next. So now I'm clearing out an entire oil Rig over the Kuwait waters as a sandstorm blows out over some of the ocean and it's pure fun and stealth. I don't even know a guy actually said a word the whole time I was there. So once I'm done I call it in and the boss sends a chopper loaded with his guys to secure it. He was expecting there to be some guys as I was supposed to secure a landing area not the whole damn rig. So they hop off and they seem confused to why I'm casually standing there with a smirk on my face. So one guy pipes up at me.

'Hey what's with the smug look? We still got to clean house pal.'

'Nope, unless it is with a mop and bucket. You'll just need to confirm kills today boys. Anyways if you'll excuse me I have a chopper waiting on me.' He seems like he doesn't be,I've me so I wave him off and board the chopper. I get back and the boss shakes my hands pays me and thanks me. He also payed extra for doing what his other team was supposed to for him thus reducing the amount of time it was going to take to get everything controlled and for going above and beyond what I was asked. I told his it was all in good fun and boarded my plane back to zootopia. I enjoyed myself with some alcohol and a party then looked for the next hiring. Keep in mind this is one of many."

"Still you dint get injured like I did."

"Oh really? Bragging about scars now as well? Want to compare?"

"Sure idiot." You lift up your hairs and rotate in front of them cackling as you do so. Some guys gasp while others applaud you.

"That enough Mr.I am so tough?"

"Argh! I should kill you right here right now!"

"If militaries couldn't kill me what makes you think you can ya runt?"

"This!" You can already tell he is going for his gun so you jump out of the chair and rip the pistol from its holster as he hadn't gripped it yet and pressed it against his skull. By the time he had registered you doing this you had pulled the trigger and his body fell out of his chair. Good thing someone wasn't behind him as the bullet had bad over penetration and went through his skull.

"Damn I'm tired right now. I could use some rest," you yawn out as everyone turns to see what happened.

"Jesus!"

"Mother ducker tried to pull a gun so I pulled it for him and shot him. Now I'm sleepy so I think I'll go rest now capiche!" You stomp out of the room and head into the kitchen, grab some cereal and eat it dry as you were too lazy to get a bowl and pour milk in it. Tonight you would try and get some real sleep as it had been a while since you hadn't went to sleep at 4:00 in the morning. You went to the room Mr.Big had told you was yours so you flopped on the bed and lay there thinking about your next moves. I think I'll work for him for a time and when I'm done maybe kill him. I don't know anymore. Maybe I should go back to my friends!? I do miss Nick. No! You bastard feelings! Stay down where you are supposed to! Hugh! So tomorrow get another job done hopefully without Russian political figures and stupid mobs or gangs. Maybe it'll be a good assassination of some sort. Have fun with those especially when left to my own devices and not have restrictions or requirements. Anyways tonight I shall become well rested and worry about the morrow on the morrow! You knew you would still wake up like always and just sit there and think like always. It had become routine and never ending for you. You just hoped the whole friend situation would figure itself out. Probably won't but I can hope can't I? You did let sleep overtake your mind and body as you had become way too tired to think anymore and wanted to be well rested tomorrow. Your roiling dreams soon became your o,aground and the day was officially over.

Hey sorry about not posting but had personal stuff come up. Just don't worry about it and enjoy this new chapter! Hope you liked it and it was easy on your eyes as ya know......I always fear it is garbage and you guys can't read it another second. Hey at least it's improved from the beginning eh? Eugh, remember that? Anyways have a good morning/afternoon or night and see ya next time mates! Btw ask me for discord if ya like, I don't mind or just message me on here. I love to hear from you guys and/or chat with you. Goodbye!