The Quartet (Madness Combat)

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It was in the middle of the night and Hank was awake, not daring to get even a blink of sleep. It's not like he really wanted sleep anyways. Hank sighed, putting his hands up to his head. It's not like he could sleep if he wanted too. He got up from his couch and walked over to the fridge, opening it. Inside was a single piece of cake and many cans of beans. Hank took the cake. Choclate cake was always a nice midnight snack. Before he could take a bite he noticed some files waiting on the table and realized he hadn't looked over it yet. The murderer looked over the files given from the higher ups. There was a paper of directions and a map.

'1. Be sneaky only kill this person.'

An arrow was drawn to a picture taped on the paper. Hank took it off to get a closer look. They had sunglasses and a button up shirt. But it wasn't buttoned. In their hand they held a glock with a silencer attached to the end. At the bottom was a name. Kade.

'2. Don't. Kill. Anyone. Besides the target.'

The murderer rolled his eyes, "That was definitely directed at me." Hank checked for anything else before putting the map in his coat.

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Hank snapped back to reality with a plate and fork in hand. A car horn had interrupted him from his thoughts. Hank traveled over to the door. He looked out the peephole on the door. A truck was it the driveway. Sanfords truck. They were snapping him out of his thoughts for their next mission. Hank smiled from underneath his mask and quickly grabbed his knife before walking outside, hopping into the trunk of the truck.

"Rise and uh... crime, Hank." Sanford greeted, trying to use anything else besides shine. Hank chuckled.

"Hi, Hank! Are you ready for the mission?" Deimos asked excitedly.

"Let's go."Hank replied. Sanford  started the truck and drove to their next destination.

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"Well, here we are." Sanford said, stopping the truck a few miles away from their destination.

"No shit, Sherlock." Hank got out the trunk with his knife in hand. Small slamming sounds were heard as the rest got out of the truck.

"C'mon let's go!" Deimos cheered.

"We all know who the higher ups want this time right?" Hank asked, staring them dead in the eyes, hinting at a previous mess up.

"Yep" they said in union. Hank smiled under his mask. No longer than a few minutes and they were already infront of their destination.  A tall building stood infront of them. Soft crunching of boots coming in contact with the ground broke the silence. The murderer took cover behind a box with Sanford and Deimos. Hank glanced at the person standing In front of the wall. It was just a grunt. Above him was a vent. The grunt took out his phone.

"Hey, Carl. I'm fucking bored." The grunt complained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" 'Carl' asked.

"Fuck you! You're the one who told me this party would be fun!" The other responded. The grunt was distracted.

"Hey Deimos. Do something to disturb their little chat." Hank whispered. The smoker nodded and his laptop out. Hank crouched, silently making it over to the grunt. Their conversation was getting clearer the closer he got.

"So I heard an agent of the A.A.H.W is hiding in the place your at."

"Go on."

Crackling. The call was successful disturbed.

"Hello?" The grunt questioned the cracking.

"Does he know we are not supposed to kill anyone?" Deimos asked.