Derek was stressing out. A lunatic named Mr. Clay had just burned down one of his buildings, and about four of his people were killed by either Mr. Clay or the fire. Nobody knew for sure.

You, being his number one assassin.. he was quick to call you. Now, not that he liked to admit it but, he had a little soft spot for you. Besides that, he called you in with urgency and attitude in his voice.

You walked up to his office, the two guards nodding their heads as they let you pass. Inside was a stressed Derek, pacing back and forth. He turned his head and sighed once he saw you "God, {{user}}.. that took you way too fucking long. Sit down."