Meeting Fox

After Jack left, Carlos looked over at Wesley, who had been staring at him with curiosity and doubt. Carlos could sense Wesley's unease, so he grabbed a sleek black gun from the table and quickly checked it. He spun the chamber and snapped it back into place with a satisfying click.

"If you've got any questions, fire away," Carlos said, gesturing towards Wesley.

Wesley hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I just can't shake the feeling that this is all a bit…unreal."

"Unreal?" Carlos repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Wesley fidgeted with his hands, trying to find the right words. "I'm just unsure if what we're trying to do is possible. And even if it is, it's far from my idea of what the world should be like."

Carlos nodded thoughtfully. "I see where you're coming from. But I wouldn't have brought you in on this if I didn't think we could achieve our goal."

Wesley looked skeptical, so Carlos continued. "Yes, more than a hundred members are in the Assassin Brotherhood. But that just makes our mission all the more exciting. We must win over people who believe in our cause, which takes time. But it's not impossible."

Carlos put his hand on Wesley's shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

"And as for what we're doing right now…I can guess what you're thinking. You probably have this Hollywood-inspired vision of assassins cruising around in fancy cars, wearing sunglasses and tailored suits, taking out targets with ease."

Wesley nodded sheepishly.

"Well, let me tell you something. Those people don't last long in our line of work. The real world of assassins is anything but glamorous. It takes hard work, dedication, and a willingness to put your life on the line every time you go out on a mission."

Carlos leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"But that's what makes it so thrilling! The adrenaline rush you get when you successfully complete a mission, the feeling of knowing that you've made a real difference in the world. There's nothing quite like it."

Wesley looked at Carlos, intrigued by his passion. "I can see that you really believe in this cause."

Carlos nodded. "I do. And I believe in you too, Wesley. You've got what it takes to be a great assassin, but you've got to put in the time and effort to get there."

Wesley's eyes widened in amazement as he looked at Carlos.

"But...you're already a master. You're one of the best," he exclaimed.

Carlos shook his head with a smile. "I'm not there yet, Wesley. There are only a handful of true masters, and I still have much to learn and accomplish."

Wesley looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "What about Jack? He seems like he's on another level altogether."

Carlos nodded in agreement. "Jack is one of the few who can make it look effortless. But even he had to work hard to get there."

Wesley's eyes lit up with excitement. "I want to be like him someday."

Carlos grinned mischievously, "Then you better be ready to put in the work, kid. It's not easy to become a master assassin."

....

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa, the atmosphere was tense as a gunshot echoed through the silence.

"Pfft!"

"Bang!"

A woman dressed in all black, with a pistol in her hand, looked furious as she pointed it at the man standing before her.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you getting in my way?" she demanded, her finger twitching on the trigger.

The man in question was Jack. He stood there calmly, a pistol of his own in his hand, ready for any eventuality.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Fox, but this gentleman here is my target," Jack replied with a smile, gesturing towards the trembling man who had just awakened from sleep. With a swift punch, he knocked the man out of the way.

"You're no assassin," Fox stated, a frown on her face. "I've never seen you before."

"An assassin?" Jack waved the pistol, indicating they should stand down for now, and sat on a nearby chair.

"You mean the so-called Brotherhood of Assassins, who believe in killing one to save a thousand? Why do you assume that I'm one of them?"

Jack received a list from Carlos that contained the names of recent assassination targets, including a few that were scheduled for the future. It was on this list that he discovered Fox's upcoming target. He quickly intercepted Fox before she could carry out her hit.

Fox narrowed her eyes at Jack, trying to read him. She was surprised he didn't seem part of any organization. Yet, he was clearly skilled in the art of assassination.

"So, who are you then?" she asked, her gun still pointed in his direction.

"Only those with the strongest bloodline of assassins could do what you just did," Fox continued, not letting go of her pistol.

She understood the implication of what Jack had done, "So, who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a killer," Jack admitted, "The person you were planning to kill this time is my target..."

"A killer?" Fox sneered.

"You seem to hold a low opinion of killers," Jack smiled, "Why, Miss Fox, are we not alike?"

"Assassins and killers are different. You do it for money, while I do it for faith. To save the world," Fox replied dismissively.

"The president of this pharmaceutical company had a monopoly on drug prices and made it impossible for ordinary people to afford their medication.

Therefore, the loom of fate led me to him, and I had to take him out. It was a righteous act," Fox explained.

"And why did you come to kill him for his bounty?" Jack asked.

"Give me his head. Your measly bounty isn't worth much. I just need him to die, that's all."

With that, Fox slowly began to back away, preparing to leave.

"I must admit, Miss Fox, I deeply respect your beliefs and determination," Jack reached into the inner lining of his jacket and pulled out some documents,

"However, sometimes, aiming for the wrong target can lead you to do the wrong thing."

"What are you trying to say?" Fox asked skeptically, "That my target is wrong? That he's innocent? Impossible!"

"If you're so sure, then take a look at this," Jack held up the documents in his hand, "You only investigated the first floor, Miss Fox. Maybe you should look closely at the next few floors and see what kind of truth is being hidden from you."

Jack stood before Fox, holding a thick stack of materials. He hesitated momentarily before speaking, "Put the things on the table."