Hitmen Day One: Part 1

Day One

 

         The gun slipped from his hands and the dark haired man let out a relieved sigh, watching the body of some mobster fall to the floor lifeless.

         “See if you can’t find any cash around the place, Indee.” The man said softly, walking forward, carefully stepping over the body and making his way to the man's desk. Shifting thorough a few papers before carefully setting them back the way they had been. His gloved hands opened a drawer, glancing at the continents. Nothing. The old guy looked rich. Satin suit, gold encrusted gun, slicked back hair. Classic old time mafia.

         “Don’t go thinking you’re in charge here.” Indigo rolled his eyes. “So you killed a few more men than me.” He waved a hand passively. “You go find the money.” The man’s maroon eyes flickered up to his partner, easily meeting his blue eyes.

         “I’m not in the mood to argue. If you want to stand there and do nothing, than more power to you.” He said unamused as he returned to shifting through the documents. Indigo rolled his eyes.

         “You’re too serious.” He said, going and searching the room for any hidden compartments that might hold money. “Someday it will be the death of you.” he said dramatically.

         “When that day comes, I’ll be sure to blame you.” The man said bluntly, finding what he had been looking for; Information detailing a swap of drugs for slaves. Interesting. The man's pale maroon eyes scanned the handwritten notes before folding them and stuffing them in his jacket pocket.

         “Bingo.” Indigo tore a painting off the wall revealing a small safe embedded into the drywall behind it.

“It’s so cliché’ it's burning my eyes.” The dark haired man said bluntly as he looked up.

“Is there a combination written anywhere?” Indigo chuckled, rolling his eyes at the other man. “He really was old time.” The dark haired man commented.

“Check the edges of the back of the frame.” The other man said softly, looking down at the desk and shuffling through the papers again, looking for anything that could give them a clue to the combination. “Try his birthdate as well.” He added.

“Yes your highness.” Indigo said sarcastically, running his fingers along the edges of the painting. “There’s nothing here. What’s his birth date?” The other man looked up and scowled,

“I don't know.”

“Are you kidding me, Hunter? You were supposed to do some reading up on his background and shit. That means the details too.” Indigo scowled at him, huffing in frustration. Ryder’s lip pulled up with his annoyed glare.

“So were you.”

“I haven’t done half of my job in years. You know that.” Indigo rolled his eyes. “I like action. Reading is for puss…. you. Reading is for you… because you’re, uh, smart like that.” He said, continuing his search for a combo while trying to save his sentence. Ryder, also known as Hunter, rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Whatever.” He grumbled, unamused, moving around the desk and going over to the body, patting down the old man’s pockets until he found a wallet. He pulled the old leather from his clothing and peeled it open. “12-10-63”

“That a boy.” Indigo grinned darkly, going to the safe and spinning the lock until it clicked and the door swung open. “Good boy.” He said absently, marveling at the stacks of hundred dollar bills and the small black box in the safe. He reached out and took the small box, opening it to find a few small, uncut diamonds. “Jackpot.” Ryder came up behind the dark haired man, ignoring the comments, and peering over the taller man’s shoulder silently.

“We’ll split it later, let’s just grab it and go.” Ryder said bluntly turning and grabbing a suitcase and tossing it in Indigo’s general direction. He nodded and went to work, shoving the money into the bag. He slid the box in after the money carefully, making sure it was fastened before zipping the bag up and throwing it over one shoulder.

“A job well done.” He smirked, bowing at the other boy slightly. “Shall we?” He moved towards the door. Ryder only nodded as he scanned the crime scene, making sure nothing was left behind before following his partner.

“Efficient as usual.” Indigo gave him a devious smirk. “Who is the next target? Anyone contacted you yet?” Ryder shook his head silently. As they walked out of the room, the dark haired man pulling up his hood as they neared the only security camera in the house.

“Boss said we might not be getting anything for a while. Said they’ll be busy using jobs training in a newbie.” Indigo rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Stupid newbies.” He muttered. “You and I are all he really needs. Pfft, we do half his stupid jobs no matter how easy they are.” He complained, pulling up his own hood. “Seems a bit of a waste really.” Ryder shrugged uncaringly.

“Money is money.” He said softly. Indigo glanced at him.

“And what will you do with your share this time, Hunter? Something useful I hope?”

Ryder gave the same answer he always did, “nothing.”

“Of course not. What do you do, just hide it somewhere?” Indigo chuckled. “You are an odd one.” He shook his head slowly.

“No I’m not.” Ryder said indignantly. “Lots of people do nothing with their money.”

“Lots of people do too much with their money and a lot of people don’t have as much of it as you do.” Indigo rolled his eyes. “But whatever, It’s your money.”

“Humph.” Ryder turned down the stairs and walked out the front door. He moved down the sidewalk, moving towards main, where it would be easier to blend into the crowds and sneakily make his way back to Indigo’s and his apartment. Indigo followed, having no trouble at all looking casual as he sauntered after his partner. He side glanced and wished that the other boy would have more fun with things. Wasn’t it every child’s dream at some point to be a ninja? They weren’t Asian or real ninja’s but the American equivalent. Kill the man with money and take what is his. It was all like a big mind game. It was fun and he didn’t know why Hunter couldn’t see that. Ryder’s gaze slid to Indigo, feeling his gaze on him.

“What is it?” He asked - more like demanded.

“You’re so uptight.” He complained. “All the time. Don’t you ever relax? The mission is over.” Ryder turned his gaze away.

“I am relaxed.” Indigo laughed.

“You are not. And I guess I meant that you’re serious all the time. Have a little fun once in a while.” He pushed at Hunter’s shoulder playfully. Ryder glanced at him and turned away.

“I do fun things.” He said simply.

“Like what?” Indigo smirked. Ryder slipped into an alleyway as a shortcut to the main roads, ignoring Indigo’s question, not really having an answer.

“Nothing. That’s what I thought. You and I should go out tonight. Go grab some drinks or something to celebrate?” He asked, excitedly. Ryder shook his head as he slipped out of the alleyway.

“No? Why not?” Indigo demanded. “We work all the time. You are a workaholic. You need to go get drunk or something.”

“I do not require the need to go get drunk and then make a fool of myself, thank you.” Ryder said bluntly.

“That’s what’s fun about it!” Indigo smiled. “And even if you don’t what about me?” He asked. “I want to go get drunk but not all by myself.”

“Go make friends than. I don't chain you to the apartment.” Ryder deadpanned, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You are my friend.” Indigo smirked, throwing an arm over the other man’s shoulder. “That’s why I’m asking you.”

Ryder shrunk into his jacket slightly at the touch, “I already said, no.” He reminded.

“Please? You wouldn’t deny your best buddy, would you?” He pressed, messing up the boy’s hair with his free hand. Ryder huffed and swiped at Indigo’s hand.

“Fine. Whatever.” He said unhappily.

“Great! You know Hunter, we might even be able to get you laid tonight. I’m a killer with women.” He bragged, letting the boy go and smiling at him.

“I don't want to have sex.” Ryder said shuffling far enough away so Indigo couldn’t touch his hair again. Indigo rolled his eyes.

“You are probably the only man on the planet to ever say that.” He mused, watching the boy. “But whatever. Just drinks then.” He shrugged, an odd feeling of relief washing over him as Hunter declined. Ryder wrinkled his nose looking away.

“Women are nothing but trouble.” He hissed, anger in his eyes before it was wiped away and the calm serious expression came back.

“Isn’t that the truth?” Indigo nodded. “Smart man. We’ll deal with the money and hit the bars.” He said, his grin returning. Ryder just eyed him from the corner of his eye before turning back to face the front.

“Whatever.” He grumbled under his breath.