Mr & Mr Hitman

The encounter

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It wasn't his doing.

Samuel Thompson leaned by the flower shop's wall, the suitcase full of money in his left hand, as he gazed upon the building on fire in front of him.

It wasn't an accident, it was an explosion. A bomb more precisely.

The wind gently blew, his brown hair swept away with the direction of the breeze, revealing his concentrated brown eyes. He sighed, taking out the only cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Who could've done it?"

He wasn't good with bombs. He couldn't handle them the way he manipulated his guns. But bombing is very unusual for hitmen to use.

He tilted his head, puffing the heavy smoke out when he heard a cough just beside him.

He glanced over, noticing a man leaning by the same wall, looking at the ambulance and the firemen that had just arrived.

"Messy ain't it?", Samuel chuckled, noticing the suitcase in the other man's hand. "Travelling?"

The shorter man glanced at him, sighing as he ran a hand through his jet black hair before his gaze returned to the building. Samuel chuckled nervously, still wanting to start a conversation. "Was it a gas explosion? I'd say it's spreading rather beautifully.."

"It's burning pitifully. From today onwards," the younger man calmly turned to him, "I was supposed to move in that apartment," he sighed, his hazel eyes following the flames that had already enveloped the entire building.

Samuel bit his lower lip as he stared at the man. The look of desperation on his face showed he had nowhere to go and nobody to rely on. He took a deep breath, "The flat just above mine is vacant. Interested?"

"No. It's nothing," the younger man smiled softly.

"But I insist. Come on I'll make coffee," he grinned when the shorter man offered his hand.

"Cameron Taylor."

"Thompson. Samuel Thompson, but you can just call me Sam," Samuel shook Cameron's hand. "Follow me C. We need to get away from that heavy smoke. It ain't good for our lungs," he sighed, whispering to himself, "I guess cigarettes are no better."

Without hesitation, Cameron followed the man, before stopping in between. "Why should I trust you?"

Samuel let out a chortle, "Because why not?"

"Right," Cameron sighed, "By the way. My name is Cameron. Not C," He sighed again, continuing his journey.

"It's cute," Samuel hummed.

Cameron averted his gaze, obviously not appreciating this comment.

Should I go around calling you 'S' then?

Cameron thought but he didn't say it out loud. Just like he always did.

So he doesn't like that.

Samuel glanced at the man again. He didn't say anything but the look on his face revealed it all.

The apartment wasn't far and within seven minutes they were already there. Cameron looked up to the four-story building.

The neighborhood didn't seem that bad. The apartment stood out since it was the only tall building between all those little houses. It did have a modern look to it, but it was clear that it had seen better days.