Contract Killers

After a long discussion on fashion, Rose and Bella's cane running down with a pack of Uno cards.

"Everyone play," Said, Rose

They sat down on the floor and played an intense game of Uno. They played in teams of two with the teammate sitting opposite each other. Much like the video game version your teammates could see your cards.

The way it works in real life is by the use of tiny shoulder camera that's combined with a projector called the PartyCam. You pair your PartyCam to your teammates and then it will project your teammate's card onto your own.

PartyCam's were developed by a small group of friends who wanted the computer experience of card games and the personal touch of face to face social interaction.

(A/N: Honestly you're gonna see a lot of convenient weird inventions. For this, I just had a random thought where card games would become a professional sport not saying it isn't but team-based stuff is always way more entertaining to watch)

The technology is nothing groundbreaking and even considered old but they tapped into the unforeseen market.

The teams were Rose & Bella, Mary & Sophie, Theodore & Grace. For Theodore and his fellow adults, they decided on the teams with Siri.

Rose and Bella won most of the games with the other intentionally losing or making the game difficult. The adults would start trying the moment they locked eyes and nodded.

Every time the adult won with thier speedy stacking and strategies the kids would re-enact the process. Card games are not just fun and games they are teaching tools that can help a child develop certain skills.

Especially with a team-based game like Uno duo, Rose and Bella learn to silently cooperate whilst somewhat trying to make a strategy to win of course winning means sometimes you have to be the scapegoat for your teammate.

After two hours of Uno, they put Bella and Rose down for thier nap.

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|Third Pov Max Stine|

Hölle Hole is L.A's greatest and loudest club. Despite it being midday the place was overcrowded.

Going by the name of Max Stine, recently turned 25, standing at 5.9ft with no social life or internet presence. He had worked hard to cut all ties to anyone who knew his name and face.

He is super-power user with the ability to produce and shoot sharp bones from his body. This ability comes with a high healing factor to patch up the holes made by producing bones.

His big secret is that he's a type2 that allows him to mold the bones as he like with a higher healing factor. He can mold not just the bones that pop out from his skin but his own skeleton. With it, he can change his height, body, and face.

His height is fixed at 5,9 as it makes him just the right height to not stand out in a crowd. His face is also intentionally overly average in hopes of not getting into any relationships or have a photo taken of him. He is the perfect average caucasian American that no one cares about.

He believes himself to be an unmatched genius. He earns money through the stock market and keeps himself busy with learning skills and other useful knowledge.

He is without a doubt a genius but what he dreams to be apart of is out of his league. As a genus he looks for entertainment but still, he has yet to find something that continues to challenge him.

That is until he discovered a world in which would have him use everything he knows. The world he's so captivated by is Contract Killers.

The bartender who had a carefree smile and a pair of rectangular glasses looked at Max, and said: "What can I get for you?"

Max places his hand on the counter with a Jack of Spades palmed. As the card touched the counter a bunch of text move across the bartender's glasses. He then nods towards the two bouncers who watch over him.

"I believe the letter said to come alone," Said The Bartender

"I've seen enough movies to know you can never be too careful," Said Max confidently

The bartender gave a cold smile and said slowly "Well, Word of advice the movies are just a fantasy and real-life is. . . "

As he pauses a bouncer beside the bar seemingly disappears and reappears with a suppressed Pistol pressed against Max's forehead.

"Brutally honest hahaha.... Contract killers don't fight like they do in the movie. We go for the kill before a fight can start hahaha " Said The Bartender with a cold laugh

Max froze in fear while the Bartender continued "When you accepted that playing card you accepted our rules. Remember this Mr. Stine when you're given instruction you are to follow them. Lucky for you, you will only be getting a warning please don't expect us to be so lenient next time"

Max gave a scared nod and said "I'm very sorry"

"Welcome to Royal ranked 2nd in the world. No, we are not sanctioned by a Royal family its a name born from the boss's love for poker hence why our call sign is cards. Now let's get to giving you a job" Said The Bartender before dipping under the counter and pulling out a briefcase with a brown paper envelope.

Sliding the envelope over the table he said "Open the envelope"

Max nervously opens it and sees a head shot of an old man. Then a few lines of text.

Name: Guy Anderson

Age: 50 years old.

Home address: &#$%#%$#.

Then he pushed the briefcase and said "This is your lifeline. It will produce your identities with passports and background. You will also find a list of methods to keep contact with some special contacts ranging from clean up crew to a personally assigned hacker.

If the government or our enemies do manage to capture you, we will not provide any assistance unless you are a Gold-ranked killer. If you do get captured you will have 48 hours to escape if you don't you will become a target."

"How would you know I was captured?"

"We are 2nd in the world Mr. Stine have some faith in our ability. We have ear's and eyes everywhere" Said The Bartender

"Then why don't you just save the people captured?"

"If you get captured then you're a liability. We aren't just good killers we are sufficient. If you were captured then your just too weak" Said The Bartender

"I understand" Said Max

Max went to open grab the briefcase before the Bartender stopped him and said "You have to earn this. The target must be eliminated during tomorrow's marathon in L.A. It must look like either an accident or natural causes. You will officially be apart of Royal once you accomplish this"

"Why does it need to look like an accident?"

"We aren't thugs we are hunters. We account for every little detail and make them work in our favour. This is a test for every newcomer, to see your ability to not just kill but to kill quietly and quickly. So do your own research and then plan the kill, we'll be watching" Said The Bartender

"I understand" Said Max before leaving

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|Third Pov Theodore|

It was now six in the afternoon. They just had dinner with Grace and Bella.

As Mary was helping with clearing the table she had a great idea. While picking up a jug that still had some juice in it she 'stumbles' and pours it all over her front.

Luckily she was wearing sweat pants and a thick hoodie so nothing was revealed once they go wet.

"Ah I'm gonna get myself changed" Said Mary walking away with a mischievous smile on her face

Theodore and the other thought nothing of it.

That is until Mary returned wearing a long-sleeved white collared shirt, black pencil skirt, and a black wooly cardigan tied around her waist.

Rose and Bella we're on the floor in their fort made up of big cardboard box and blankets.

Sophie asked, "Are you going somewhere?"

Mary gave Theodore a playful smile before replying "I'm hoping to close a deal tonight"

"Really, what's the deal," Asked Grace interested by what Theodore's closets aid has planned

"Nothing serious, just an endorsement deal with a new water park called 'WET N READY' It's promising and I think Theodore would love it," Said Mary while looking back at Theodore who then gulped

"As a successful business owner, their first problem is the name" Said Grace

"Maybe after tonight, Theodore can rename 'IT' to something personal. 'THEY' won't complain" Said Mary throwing Theodore an innocent smile

Sophie and Grace were fully thinking that it was a real endorsement but only Theodore knew exactly what she meant.

Theodore already got the gist of the situation seeing the clothes she was wearing. The words that followed made it even more obvious to make things worse his body was reacting the way she intended it to do.

'Yep, that's the clothes she wore in our first meeting..... wait! Is that the same skirt, no don't think about it.... Yes, don't think about how there might be a rip along the back that might quite possibly show her fat ass. No stop, not now' As Theodore to fight his human feelings a familiar red light passed through his eyes

Every muscle in his body tensed up as he continued to fight his urges.

Theodore quickly sat down on the couch and put a pillow over his crotch.

Mary smiled seeing his lust-filled eyes. She then struts past Sophie and Grace. When she got to Theodore's side she didn't immediately sit down. Instead, she untied the Cardigan and let it fall with a gentle wiggle from her hips.

The world slowed down for Theodore. As the cardigan slowly slipped down from her waist, steadily revealing a small slit going down the center of the skirt. Only Theodore could see it as Sophie and Grace weren't behind her like he was.

And it was getting worse because she was about to sit down and that meant the small slit was about to open up and he had a feeling behind that fabric is a surprise he was not at all ready for.

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