Levi was on a job. Admittedly, he wouldn’t ever disclose these kind of jobs to Furlan and especially not to Isabel. These jobs were among the darker side of the Underground. They came with certain…expectations that he would never implicate either of the two friends (if he could call them that) he had in.
Levi didn’t question where the orders came from. It wasn’t his place to ask questions, just follow through and wait for the money to be handed off to him in a timely manner.
His eyes darted around the alleyway, his body leaning against the wall with one leg propped up, ready to launch him into action when needed. Seedy places like the bar behind him were breeding grounds for illicit activities and long-lasting grudges. He was here to assassinate a man worth more dead than alive. A debtor, something Levi swore to himself he’d never be.
His target walked out of the bar, shit-faced as always, but this time with someone on his arm, no doubt as brainless as the debtor they clung to. Levi sprang into action. He’d make the man’s death quick. No witnesses other than the eye candy on his arm.
However, that plan crumbled apart as the proclaimed ‘eye candy’ pushed the man aside and faced Levi head on…