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A very familiar, booming voice called the young adult's name. "HAYDEN!" The boy walked in, hair a mess, rubbing one eye, but upon seeing his adopted father's face, he very quickly snapped to attention.
"Yes sir?" He asked calmly. His hands fell to his sides and he slipped them into his pockets.
"That damn detective is back! He's getting WAY to close to here, I need him gone. You're on the job, I wouldn't trust any of the rest of these airheads to do it right."
Hayden nodded. "Yes sir. Consider it done." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Hayden ran a hand through his bedhead as he headed back to his small room in the house. It had a bed and a desk, and a bathroom off to the side. It wasn't much, but it was his home.
Going to the desk, he opened one of the drawers. Slowly, he pulled out a dark grey hoodie. It looked like a regular hoodie, but there were pockets sewn on the sides, several pockets, all which he filled with his own small gadgets. After sliding the hoodie on, he slid into a pair of black jeans and black tennis shoes. The tennies shoes were slightly modified with a thinner sole and more cushion support on the inside, and no laces. After putting the slightest bit of gel in his hair to style it, he grabbed a backpack. Two days worth of clothes, a gun, snacks, and a sketchbook. He always packed in case he had to lie low for a few days after a job. Didn't want to be caught. Throwing the backpack onto his shoulders, he headed back to the main room. Hayden waved goodbye to everyone and then started out the door.
The city was huge, and the assassin wasn't completely sure where to start, but he figured the crime scene where the detective was supposedly gathering the leads that would get him too close. He idly walked towards the crime scene, looking like anyone else in the crowd.
"Yes sir?" He asked calmly. His hands fell to his sides and he slipped them into his pockets.
"That damn detective is back! He's getting WAY to close to here, I need him gone. You're on the job, I wouldn't trust any of the rest of these airheads to do it right."
Hayden nodded. "Yes sir. Consider it done." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Hayden ran a hand through his bedhead as he headed back to his small room in the house. It had a bed and a desk, and a bathroom off to the side. It wasn't much, but it was his home.
Going to the desk, he opened one of the drawers. Slowly, he pulled out a dark grey hoodie. It looked like a regular hoodie, but there were pockets sewn on the sides, several pockets, all which he filled with his own small gadgets. After sliding the hoodie on, he slid into a pair of black jeans and black tennis shoes. The tennies shoes were slightly modified with a thinner sole and more cushion support on the inside, and no laces. After putting the slightest bit of gel in his hair to style it, he grabbed a backpack. Two days worth of clothes, a gun, snacks, and a sketchbook. He always packed in case he had to lie low for a few days after a job. Didn't want to be caught. Throwing the backpack onto his shoulders, he headed back to the main room. Hayden waved goodbye to everyone and then started out the door.
The city was huge, and the assassin wasn't completely sure where to start, but he figured the crime scene where the detective was supposedly gathering the leads that would get him too close. He idly walked towards the crime scene, looking like anyone else in the crowd.