Marcus bit down his gloves, as he threw them down
Washing all the blood stains attached for it
He stripped as he got under the hot water , letting it wash away the traces on his body
"Got a call from Dubai
What about the meeting?" Lucas asked ,as he stood outside the shower
Picking up his blood stained clothes
He never trusted anybody when the work was important
Being a hit man was his favorite job when he was a teenager
And he still enjoyed it
He was an assassin
Who didn't mind to get his hands on the blood
"Postpone it to the next month
Divert the government
Get a terror attack
Just get the attention out of my way " Marcus gritted out as he slammed his hands against the walls
"Okay
I'll inform the bait " Lucas left
Marcus stared at his reflection in th
