𝐓𝐰𝐨.

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𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝗻 Dynamite's office..

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He happened to be lounging in his chair, thinking about whatever shit he likes to think of, when he heard a knock on the door. "What." He replied to the sound. "Boss, we've got more info."

The door then slowly opened, revealing a tall, well - built (fine ass🤧) man, who happened to match eye colors with his boss.

Ejiro Kirishima. or, his Codename,

Riot.

"Lemme see the shit you got." Dynamite demanded, his tone a little softer than when he talks to his other men. "It's a picture regarding your target, Sir." "We're alone, dumbass. Quit the 'Sir' shit." Dynamite said, rolling his fiery eyes. "Sorry, Bakugou. Anyway, we got a-" "I heard that part." "Well, here." Riot handed the file to Dynamite, who snatched it out of his hands.

It was a picture of a man, sprinting down the road, followed by a figure, who walked that same path seconds later. The next picture showed a dead body, and the figure walking away from the scene. The last picture was crucial to Dynamite.

A picture of your eyes.


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