Kurt walked down the street casually, enjoying the warmth of the summer evening. There was a slight breeze in the air which caressed Kurt's skin in a comforting way. He really did love New York City, especially in the summer. It was just so beautiful and a constant in Kurt's life where constants were hard to come by. True, New York was busy all of the time and Kurt hadn't lived a day in the city so far where he hadn't accidently bump into at least 10 people, but it was home.

He was on the way to meet Rachel as she had finished work for the day. Rachel was currently working as an under-study on a small production on Broadway. It wasn't her dream job of course, she didn't have the lead role and she wasn't receiving standing ovations each night, but it was Broadway. It took her a year of tears, frustration and a whole load of ice-cream eating after graduating from NYADA to score the position. Kurt was so proud of her, really, if anyone deserved it than it was Rachel Berry. He still felt a pang of jealousy that she had gotten into NYADA over him and she was slowly but surely becomming a star whilst he was spending his days killing people, but hey, whatever pays the bills.

Rachel was under the impression that Kurt was working as an assistant at Vogue magazine and really if she wasn't so self absorbed than Kurt would wonder how she even believed him in the first place. But five years on from graduating high school, she didn't hadn't caught on to him and he wasn't about to give himself away, that was for sure. He paid his half of the bills and she paid hers, that's all that mattered. It's not to say that Rachel didn't care about Kurt, she adored him and probably wouldn't have got to where she was without his love and comfort, it's just that she took his word for it on everything. It pained Kurt that Rachel trusted him completely to be truthful with her when he wasn't being truthful at all, but he was protecting her more than anything.
"Kurt!" Rachel waves as she walks towards him from the opposite direction. Kurt grinned and pulled her into a hug as if it had been years since he last saw her and not just this morning over coffee and bagels.

"Hey hun," Kurt smiled, pulling Rachel into the bar they were headed for, "How was your day?"

They made their way over to a free table and sat down next to each other. Kurt shrugged off his light jacket and quickly remembered to un-tuck his shirt to hide the gun that was stuck in the back of his jeans. He wasn't planning to use it that night, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Kurt wasn't going to start the case he had been given the previous morning until at least mid-week. He was being cocky, sure, but he was also confident that he would get it done without too much effort.

"It was amazing! Hayley was sick, you know she's pregnant, so I got to fill in for her-" Rachel started to gush and Kurt quickly held up a finger to silence her.

"Hold that thought, I feel like we're going to need some drinks before you tell me the story" Kurt grinned before grabbing his wallet out of his jacket. Rachel nodded and smiled back as Kurt got up and walked over to the bar. He ordered two Vodka and Cokes before resting his arms against the bar to wait for the drinks. Kurt had the strangest sense that somebody was watching him, however when he lifted his eyes to check, nobody was paying attention. Well except the guy next to him who was trying and failing to discreetly check out Kurt.

"Here you go, bud" The barman said, passing over the drinks. Kurt pulled out a ten dollar bill and gave it over, telling him to keep the change. He picked up the glasses and winked at the guy next to him who started to blush ferociously as Kurt walked away.

Kurt knew the effect he had on guys. He had definitely done some growing and filling out since high school had ended and he wasn't afraid to admit that he was pretty much a gay man's fantasy. In fact, Kurt took pride in that and unfortunately had to break many guy's hearts in the mornings when he told them that he wasn't looking for anything long term but they were welcome to phone him again if they were ever bored. Rachel often frowned upon his ways of taking men and then leaving them once he was finished, she worried that he was causing himself unhappiness by not finding somebody more permanent. But Kurt was happy and the other guy's seemed happy enough to get even a couple of hours with Kurt, Rachel just worried too much.

"Here you go, my little shining star, now spill" Kurt grinned, sitting back down in his previous seat. Rachel didn't need asking twice and she instantly started to explain in detail about her day playing a minor character in the production she was in. It was times like these where Kurt knew that Rachel deserved every inch of stardom, the fact that she didn't take the small roles for granted really warmed Kurt's heart and made him love his best friend even more.

If Kurt, seven years previously, was told that one day he would be living with Rachel Berry in New York than Kurt would tell them to get their head checked because Berry was the most annoying, self centred creature he had ever encountered. But over the years they had really grown close and Kurt couldn't imagine not having Rachel in his life. Together they had fallen headfirst into adulthood, they had held each other through the bad times, through the good times and through times which needed no excuse. They had learnt to live with each other's annoying habits, such as Rachel always leaving the fridge door open without meaning to, causing the food to go weird. Or Kurt leaving his numerous pairs of shoes near the door making Rachel fall over them as she returned home late some nights. They weren't annoying habits anymore, just facts of life.

They worked well together, giving the other space when needed. When either of the two had somebody over, they would play a certain song to warn the other if they tried to enter the apartment. At first this was just frustrating because Rachel was trying to get over Finn and had resorted to sleeping with anybody who showed enough interest. This lead to Kurt being kicked out of the apartment until late at night for at least 4 days out of the 7. But after a long discussion between Kurt and herself where Kurt had decided to use what he liked to call the 'Burt Hummel technique', he had explained to her just how much she mattered and throwing herself around wasn't going to make things hurt less. Sure it was probably hypocritical as once Kurt had grown comfortable within himself in the city, he had started to do pretty much the same thing. The difference was that Rachel was sleeping with people to cover the pain and Kurt was sleeping with people because he enjoyed it. Rachel was sure to be getting emotional scars from her actions where as Kurt was simply getting some mind-blowing orgasms.

"Enough about me though," Rachel said, causing Kurt to scoff because it wasn't often he heard that from her, "How was your day? How are those designs coming along?"

"It was okay I guess, pretty boring if anything," Kurt wasn't lying there, "They really liked the designs  but of course I'm only the assistant so they aren't going to be using them or anything"

That was definitely a lie.

To protect her, this is to protect her, Kurt chanted to himself in his head. He did this every time he was forced to lie to his best friend. He didn't enjoy doing it at all, he felt sick to his stomach in fact, but the joyful expression on Rachel's face definitely wouldn't be there if Kurt had told her the truth about his day. Which was that he was narrowing down possible locations of where he would find the next target he would be killing.

Blaine Anderson was going to be a real tough cookie to find. As an assassin, he knew exactly how to not be found. So it wasn't as simple as keeping an eye on him and seeing which bars or clubs he often went into because the fact of the matter was that Anderson didn't really stick to a select few. He knew it would be too easy to be caught that way. And Kurt knew that about Anderson because Kurt did the exact same.

So Kurt was really just relying on the small amount of information he had on the victim, the limited list of places he may turn up at, and a whole lot of luck.

"One day you're going to be an amazing designer Kurt and everybody will be wearing your clothes" Rachel smiled, reaching over and placing her hand in Kurt's. Kurt smiled, his stomach swooping uncomfortably as he squeezed her hand.

"Yeah if they have enough money, I'm not going to come cheap" Kurt winked back at her. Rachel laughed, her eyes bright before taking a generous sip from her glass.

"I am way too sober for a Tuesday evening" She commented, proceeding to down her glass. Kurt's eyes widened and he couldn't help but start laughing at his friend.

"I concur" He grinned before downing his own drink. Sure, he had to get up early in the morning and so did Rachel but they were young and in New York City, if they couldn't get drunk on a Tuesday evening now then when could they?

"You stay right there hun, I'm going to go get us a top up" Kurt grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to Rachel's forehead before once again moving toward the bar. The man he had winked at was no longer sitting there, instead the stool was occupied by somebody with short, dark curls. Cute, Kurt grinned to himself and sidled up to the bar, leaning against it. He attracted the attention of the barman and ordered two more vodka and cokes before nonchalantly turning his gaze, coming face to face with none other than Blaine Anderson.

Shit.

Kurt was not prepared for that at all. Their eyes met briefly and Kurt wanted to punch himself because his victim's eyes were even more gorgeous when they were this close. Kurt had to literally pull his gaze away before he fell into the warm pools of honey. Anderson smiled shyly at Kurt before looking back to the bottle of beer he was holding in front of him.

Kurt tried to surpress the urge to scoff.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Anderson was just a plain old innocent member of the public, enjoying a beer before going home to their apartment for the night. There was nothing about the man that implied that he was a trained killer, that he could end your life faster than you could say 'Please marry me right now?'

And dear Lord, Kurt really wanted to say that if the circumstances were different, because Anderson really was an attractive one.

"Two vodka and cokes" The barman called, pulling Kurt from his inappropriate thoughts. He smiled and paid the barman whilst having an internal debate with himself. On one hand, he wasn't exactly prepared for this type of encounter. Sure he had his gun with him and essentially that was all he needed, but he didn't feel particularly up to killing somebody tonight. Not when he was having such a good time with Rachel and his mood was the best it had been in weeks.

But on the other hand, what are the odds? He stumbled into a random bar and Blaine freakin' Anderson happened to be sitting in it. These things do not happen to Kurt. Ever. So how could he possibly pass up this opportunity when it's practically been placed into his open hands. This could be the only time that Kurt finds the man so easily and really all he had to do was seduce the guy, take him back to the apartment and maybe have his way with him before shooting him through the back of the head.

Yes, that sounded like a beautiful plan.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked, causing Kurt to jump slightly and look back at his rival.

"Whoa, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" He grinned, his eyes sparkling in the bright bar lights. Fuck, Kurt cursed mentally, he really was fucking hot.

"No problem, clearly I had currently left the planet" Kurt smirked, leaning his hip against the bar in a position that had won over many hearts in his time. Anderson's eyes quickly flitted down Kurt's body before returning to his face.

"Is it any good where ever you went?" He asked, grinning still.

"It was delightful," Kurt said before leaning in closer, as if telling a secret, "Perhaps you should join me next time"

He pulled away again and watched as the other assassins grin turned into a smirk, his eyes turning dark in anticipation and yep, Kurt had got him.

"You'll have to promise to show me a good time there then" Anderson said, leaning in closer, "I get bored easily"

Kurt's stomach swooped as he realised how easily he had caught his victim in his web. It was almost too easy but Kurt wasn't going to complain. The less time this took, the better.

"Babe, I can show you the best of times," Kurt winked before picking up the drinks, "So how about you bring yourself to our table over there and I can make my excuses to leave"

Clearly Anderson didn't need asking twice as he quickly drained his beer and grabbed his jacket before standing up from the stool, suddenly in close proximity to Kurt. Now that Kurt had his victim in his grasp, he allowed himself to rake his eyes over the other man's body slowly. It was a move that Kurt knew worked exceptionally well. The scrutiny gives the other person reassurance that they are definitely going to be getting some, but it also makes them worry in case the look is a 'could be better' look, in which case they proceed to want to prove Kurt wrong. If there was one thing Kurt knew, it was the best ways to pull certain men.

Kurt dragged his gaze back to the other man's face and their eyes connected and it really was a shame that the guy would be dead by the end of the night because Kurt wouldn't mind keeping him around for a bit.

Anderson was leaning in closer to him and Kurt wondered if he was really going to kiss him right there and then, but he didn't give his victim the chance because he quickly smirked and turned away before leading the way back to Rachel.

---

Blaine tried to hide his smirk when Hummel started leading them to his friend. He was feeling pretty good, winning the other male over within minutes of making contact with him. In all honesty, Blaine had expected he would have to wait for at least another hour before he'd approach his victim, but this was good, Blaine hardly had to do anything except be his charming self.

He couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to Hummel's arse as he walked in front of him. Blaine knew better than anyone the protocol of an assassin. No emotional attachments. But Blaine really wasn't looking for anything so 'long term' therefore next to no emotion was needed.

Blaine really only had one chance to do this because Hummel was a beyond talented assassin so if Blaine were to screw up, he would catch on straight away and it could possibly become lethal between the two. Blaine wanted a quick and simple end to this case, he didn't want any 'battles' between the two men. However it was hard to keep up his front when Hummel was so damn attractive and extremely distracting when Blaine was trying to work out how exactly he was going to get his victim into a state where he couldn't fight back against Blaine.

"I thought you'd left without telling me," Blaine was pulled from his thoughts by a female's voice, "Who's your friend?"

Blaine surpressed a scoff at that. He definitely wouldn't use the term 'friend' for the two males. He stuck out his hand nonetheless.

"Blaine Harper" He smiled. Fake names, the most basic technique of being an assassin. It sounds so simple, but really using your real name could be disasterous. Plus, Kurt Hummel had more than likely heard about 'Blaine Anderson' just as Blaine had heard about the infamous Kurt Hummel. Blaine was relying on the fact that he had never known what Hummel had looked like before the case, so hopefully he didn't recognise Blaine as his rival assassin.

"Nice to meet you Blaine, I'm Rachel," The girl smiled politely before turning back to the other male, "How do you know Blaine?"

"He works with me at Vogue, actually Rach, Blaine has just informed me of this task that the boss would like finished before tomorrow so I'm going to need the apartment," Hummel said, his voice heavy with implication which Rachel clearly understood as her eyes shined brightly, "Do you mind if we head off?"

Huh. So Hummel's cover up story was that he worked in Vogue. Not bad at all, if she was dim enough to buy that. Blaine's own cover story wasn't as bold as his rivals, he simply informed his friends that he was a writer and that his parent's paid his way through life. It wasn't the greatest story and Blaine didn't like people thinking he just sponged off his parent's money, but it worked.

"Not at all, you best leave those two drinks here with me though," She grinned, reaching for the glasses which Hummel passed to her, "Have fun, it was nice meeting you Blaine"

"You too" Blaine smiled, nodding his head slightly.

"Will you be okay?" Hummel asked, worry etched into his features as he leant over to place a kiss on Rachel's forehead. She smiled and waved her hand nonchalantly.

"I'll probably give that guy a phonecall, see if he's free for the evening" She grinned.
"Who? Zack?"

"Is Zack the cute one?"

"Rach, when you lose track of guys it's time to re-evaluate your life choices," Hummel laughed and Blaine could only look between the two of them, lost somewhat. He would really just like to get his victim into a place where they could maybe get off and then Blaine can just shoot him already.

"But yes, Zack is the cute one...have a good night" He grinned before placing a hand on the small of Blaine's back and leading him towards the door. Blaine's stomach swooped on its own accord at the touch. When they find themselves on the sidewalk outside, Hummel removes his hand but stays close to Blaine's side as they begin to walk down the street, presumably to the other male's apartment. Blaine had the decency to feel bad that Rachel will be the one to find her friend dead the next morning. She was really quite lovely.

"So, Blaine...what brings you out on a tuesday night?" Hummel asks as they walk briskly.

"Rough day at work I guess...needed to relieve some tension" Blaine replies, blushing slightly at the implication in his words. Hummel laughs softly and when Blaine looks up, he winks at him. Blaine smirks before looking away again.

"How about you? You work for Vogue right?" Blaine plays along, wondering how far into the lie Hummel was willing to go. It is truely fascinating hearing words come out of somebodys mouth when you know they are all false, when you know the truth.

"Yeah I do, I'm an assistant and it's really not as glamerous as it's made to be in The Devil Wears Prada," Hummel grins, putting his hand on the small of Blaine's back again, "I was wrongly mislead when I signed up for the job"

Blaine can't help but laugh at that, even if it's a complete lie. But he's in character and this particular role needed Blaine to believe everything the other male was saying, and more, he needed to be enchanted by him. Truth be told, the enchanted part wasn't too much of an act.

Blaine quickly rid his brain of those thoughts.

The two men were mostly quiet for the rest of the journey to Hummel's apartment, sharing small talk every  now and then. Blaine could feel the tension growing between the two but for different reasons. Blaine could tell from the gazing and the small touches to Blaine's body that Hummel really just wanted to get off. But for Blaine it was a different thing altogether. Sure he'd like to bend Hummel over any available surface possible right there and then, but mostly he was kind of nervous about the fact he was going to kill the guy. And that was a bad thing, really bad in fact. No emotions were supposed to be present during a case, especially for someone like Blaine who had been in the business for a while now. Sure the first couple of cases you're given it's only natural to worry about the fact you're going to be killing somebody, but after at least the first 5 people it's time to buckle up and get used to it.

So for Blaine to be feeling nervous about killing the other male, well it was unheard of for him. It made Blaine want to cut out the 'foreplay' as it were and just get straight to the main event, a bullet through Hummel's brain. Then Blaine could go back to being the best at what he does with absolutely no competition.

Once they were in Hummel's apartment, Blaine barely had time to check out his surroundings before the other male was coming closer, backing Blaine up against the front door. Blaine's heart fluttered annoyingly in his chest as the two men made eye contact. He really did have beautiful eyes, the photographs did them no justice at all. And they just kept getting closer and closer until Blaine felt heavy hands on his hips, drawing him towards Hummel's body. Just as Blaine was trying to remember all of the reasons why this situation was bad, their lips met softly.

---

Kurt smirked victoriously against Anderson's lips. It was no doubt in Kurt's mind that he would get the other assassin back to the apartment and under the hands of Kurt, but it was still nice to appreciate when things go exactly to plan.

They kissed softly at first, their eyes shut and their bodies pressed together tightly. It was nice but Kurt didn't allow himself to think about it too much, he couldn't afford to. Instead, he pressed his lips to the other male's more persistantly, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along his rivals bottom lip until he also opened his mouth. Kurt sucked Anderson's tongue into his mouth as he quickly pushed off his jacket, dropping it to the floor. Anderson repeated the action to Kurt and started to push him back slightly, hinting to take this elsewhere. Kurt didn't need telling twice and he pressed a few more chaste kisses to his victims lips before taking his hand and pulling him in the direction of Kurt's bedroom. He couldn't help but groan mentally at the thought of having to clean the blood from the room once the deed was done. But then again, it was better in the privacy of Kurt's room rather than the front room where Rachel sat every day. If Kurt was to miss even a speck of blood in that room and Rachel were to see it, unnecessary drama would ensue.

Once they were both in the room, Kurt closed the door and turned back to Anderson who was smirking slightly.

"And what do you think you're smirking about?" Kurt asked, approaching his target, slowly backing him towards the bed. He didn't receive an answer however, as Anderson had grabbed onto Kurt's shirt before falling back onto the bed, dragging Kurt on top of him. Kurt failed to surpress a moan as he felt his whole body in line with the man underneith him. Anderson was solid and toned, small but strong as he pressed up, rolling the two over so that he was hovering over Kurt. Kurt was breathing deeply and resumed kissing his victim, their mouths moving together quickly and slightly messy in the heat of the moment. Their hands found each others shirt buttons and Kurt was the first to remove the other's shirt, pulling it over Anderson's head and chucking it to the floor. He sat up with his victim straddling his lap so that he could shrug off his own shirt, throwing it to the side. Anderson moaned as Kurt's mouth found his neck, biting into the skin and sucking harshly, lapping over the skin with his tongue. Great, Kurt thought, his victim was going to die looking like a hooker. The removal squad was going to have a field day. But Kurt couldn't stop himself, it was like he was drawn to the man on top of him and if he wasn't careful then Anderson wouldn't be dead for a good couple of hours. That just wouldn't suffice.

"So hot," Anderson breathed heavily against Kurt's cheek, "You are so hot"

Kurt answered by lowering his hands towards his victims arse, ready to roll them over again. His hands came in contact with something cold however and instincts suddenly kicked in as Anderson leapt away from him and Kurt rolled off the bed and onto the floor, reaching behind him to grab the gun that was in the back of his jeans. He held it in position from where he was crouched behind the bed. His heart was pounding uncomfortably in his chest from the sudden change of atmosphere and seriously how could he have been so stupid? He should have been prepared for Anderson being armed. He was an assassin for christ's sake.

His gaze found Anderson pressed against the opposite wall, gun held up and pointing at Kurt's head. Kurt stood up slowly, his own gun pointing directly at the other man also.

"Well...I guess the question 'Is that a gun in your pocket' is irrelevant now" Kurt deadpanned, staring straight at his enemy without blinking once. Anderson glared back at him, not moving an inch from his place by the wall.

"Tell me Blaine Anderson, are you on a case or do you just like to carry a gun around?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious now. He hadn't thought for one second that Anderson could also be on a mission to kill a killer.

"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Hummel" He replied. Kurt scoffed and raised an eyebrow delicately.

"If you must know, yes I'm on a case"

"So bringing me to your apartment was really just luring me into your trap? And not of the sexual kind" Anderson asked, his gaze never faltering.

"I must admit Anderson when I saw your photo in my case file, I did plan to have my way with you before I killed you, but I guess we'll have to skip that bit now" Kurt smirked confidently.

"And what makes you think I'll be the one dead by the end of the night?" Anderson asked, circling around the bed. Kurt lowered his gun slightly so that it was in line with his victims heart.

"I wouldn't make any sudden movements if you value your life," Kurt threatened, "Not that it really matters, either way you're going to die. Now tell me Anderson, am I your case?"

Kurt waited with baited breath. It had never occured to him that he would ever be a victim of an assassin. Being an assassin gave you a lot of confidence in your own abilities and skills so Kurt never assumed that he would have to protect his own life one day. But there they were, gun to gun and Kurt could be seconds away from breathing no more. Oddly, Kurt wasn't scared. If anyone was to die tonight it sure as hell wasn't going to be him. He was superior...he had promised himself after high school that he would never succumb to other people. That included drop dead gorgeous enemy assassins who wanted him dead.

"Yes"

"So in fact, me luring you to my apartment to kill you was actually part of your plan to kill me?" Kurt asked, catching on.

"Seem's like it"

The next few moments happened so quickly that when Kurt would look back on them, he would learn to appreciate the way he and Anderson had moved together, swift and in sync.

The door swung opened and a 6 foot 3 stocky male walked into the room with a gun raised. Kurt didn't hesitate even one second and apparently neither did Anderson. They both jumped into action, Kurt shooting the strangers foot and Anderson sending a bullet into his gun hand. The man yelled in pain and dropped to the floor, his gun flying to the side. Kurt was quick to grab it as Anderson rushed to put a foot on the mans back, pressing him to the ground. Blood was flowing from his wounds as he cursed in pain against Kurt's pale carpet. Kurt's heart panged at the sight of ruby red against cream. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Anderson shouted, pressing his foot harder into the back of the other male. Kurt walked over to the two whilst realising he definitely had the upper hand by having two guns now. He trained one on Anderson whilst pointing the other at the stranger.

"Fuck you!" The man on the floor shouted, struggling against Anderson's hold. Kurt met his rivals gaze and rolled his eyes. He crouched down in front of the guy and pressed the gun to his temple.

"Okay here's how it's going to go bud," Kurt sighed, wishing he hadn't left the apartment that evening, "You're going to tell me and my acquaintance here exactly why you've just stormed into my apartment with a gun pointing at my head"

"You're also going to tell us who sent you" Anderson added and Kurt met his gaze again, nodding. The man groaned but instantly fell silent when Kurt pushed the gun into his head.

"Start talking"

"I'm not telling you anything!"

It took all of Kurt's will power to not scream in alarm when a gun shot was heard again. He looked up to see that Anderson had shoot the guy in the back of the leg. Well then, he really meant business didn't he? Kurt couldn't help but be impressed although he was slightly worried at what his neighbours must be thinking right now.

"Look fucker, me and Mr. Hummel are fucking busy trying to kill each other and to be really honest, we don't need another player in this chess game so how about you tell us everything we just asked or you get another bullet and I can't promise it won't be through your head" Anderson snarled, practically standing on the man now, his gun ready to fire. Kurt felt a rush of warmth spread through his body because damn Anderson was hot when he was angry.

"S-Smythe!" The man yelled at last, his face pressed against Kurt's carpet, "Sebastian Smythe sent me"

Kurt raised an eyebrow and looked up at Anderson who looked just as puzzled, shaking his head slightly. Neither of them had heard of this Smythe guy before, so what did he want and more important, who did he want?

"Who did he send you to kill?" Kurt asked curiously. This was not good, not good at all. He didn't like the idea that somebody, a rival company of some kind, knew where he lived, where Rachel lived.

"Answer him" Anderson shouted, kicking the guy in the back causing him to moan in pain once more. His wounds were getting worse, gradually getting more and more soaked in blood, dripping onto the carpet.

"Both of you! He wants both of you" The man groaned, attempting to get up from his place on the floor but with one bullet through the back of the skull, Anderson shot him dead. Kurt leapt up from his spot on the floor and quickly lifted both guns to point at his victim. Anderson was back to his place by the wall, pointing his gun at Kurt as if they had had no interruptions.

"Who the hell is Sebastian Smythe?" Kurt asked mostly to himself, his eyes never leaving his victims form.

"More importantly, why does he want the both of us dead?"

"Don't be dim Anderson, we both know that we're the best assassins in the whole of the New York area, I'm surprised this hasn't happened before," Kurt let out a shaky breath as realisation hit him, "I have a feeling he isn't going to stop until the best assassins in the area are dead"

"Well, what are we going to do about it then?" Anderson asked and Kurt swore that for half a second he had even lowered his gun a fraction. But as soon as Kurt scoffed, the gun was back in place.

"You mean what am I going to do about it, Anderson you'll have nothing to worry about from the grave" Kurt smirked but he couldn't help but feel they were empty threats. Truth be told, he could have killed Anderson minutes ago. With two guns at his disposal he could have easily shot the gun out of his enemies hand and then sent another bullet straight through his heart. Kurt wasn't really sure why he hadn't done as much yet but he put it down to assassins instinct...that there was a reason he hadn't done it yet and that the delay would pay off.

"Come on Hummel, it's like you said...we're the best in New York...we could find Smythe together and take him down with our eyes closed" Anderson glared.

"Or I could do it myself"

"I've heard you aren't so quick with the technology side of things," Kurt's face flushed but he tried to ignore it, "In fact, I've heard that all you're good at is pointing a gun"

Kurt's smirk slid off his face and he openly glared at his rival. It wasn't that Kurt was bad with technology, an assassin as good as Kurt could never be bad at any aspect of the business. He was just simply better at the more 'hands on' side.

"I on the other hand could track somebody down within minutes if I had the right equipment and their phone" Anderson grinned, holding up what Kurt could only assume was the dead guy's phone. Kurt carried on glaring because yes, he had heard that Anderson was particularly good with technology. Tracking devices and hacking systems were his speciality.

"What's your point here, Anderson?" Kurt snarled, feeling slightly humiliated but refusing to let it show. He was an amazing assassin, better than Anderson could ever hope to be.

"If we put my technical abilities with your shooting abilities, we could take down Smythe and get him out of the way before he tries to kill us off again" Anderson explained.

"You know that our companies would never agree to that" Kurt said, raising an eyebrow at his rival. He wasn't sure what Anderson was playing at. He should know as well as Kurt did that fraternizing with the enemy was strictly forbidden.

"How long do you have for my case?" He asked.

"A week...you?"

"Same...we could easily destroy Smythe then each other within a week" Anderson said and Kurt knew that he was right. But still...

"Doesn't solve the complication of our companies, I'm not sure it's worth losing my job over when I could just as easily do it myself"

"We don't tell our companies, we work together just this once without them knowing and then we go our seperate ways and well, whoever reaches the other first I guess..." Anderson trailed off and yeah, Kurt got it. Whoever killed the other first basically. He couldn't deny that it was a good idea despite it being ridiculously risky.
 
"I don't trust you"

"I don't trust you either but I'm not going to lie and pretend that you aren't seriously talented Hummel, I'd like to work with you just this once" Anderson admitted and Kurt tried to ignore the way his stomach swooped slightly at his words. He just liked being praised, that's all.

Kurt groaned and lowered one of his guns so that he could drag a hand down his face roughly.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this...this goes against everything we learn in basic training"

"So we have a deal?" Anderson hesitantly. Kurt sighed and cursed himself mentally, everything telling him to just shoot Anderson and get it over with. Instead, he found himself agreeing.

"We have a deal"

The two assassins lowered their guns and continued to scrutinise each other, wondering what the hell they had just gotten into.