Inventions

The cunning man grinned. "That's fine. If you can't come up with anything, I have something in mind. Could you," he began, looking at her with a curiously concerned face. "If you don't mind, my dear," he added, just so he wouldn't insult her in anyway. He didn't know how he could, but Angel would catch it easily if he did. "Telling me once more what your current occupation is?"
Plans. Many plans. They circulated in his mind, making it jolt and his veins buzz. He felt electrified every time an idea sprung into action, and even more when a plan fell into place, just as it was supposed to.

"Well, I work as an assaisian for you. Tough I started working as an accountant for a office." Angel tought with her finger softly on her lip. She felt the wind brush past her shoulders.

Gentian smiled softly, "Yes, my memory is coming back. Do you travel often or are you assigned to just this area only? Are there limitations as an assassin as my employee?"
He felt somewhat stupid. Not only did he forget what her job was, he forgot what he assigned for her. He was as useless as feathers on a fish!

Angel giggled softly. "I travel when i like most of the time. I usally stay near you since im also your head gurad, but i do take tiny vacations." Angel explained knowing her friend was an idiot with remembering the things she was assained and the things she assigned her team.

The young man put his index and middle fingers on his temple and let his thumb rest lightly on his chin. Things were so aggravating for him, and his pulse was racing. What would he do? She didn't really travel a lot, not for jobs anyway. Never the less, he ought to go on with his plans.
But why not think of something else? What did she have difficulty with the most? He didn't think she ever found anything challenging, she was just too good. But it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Are you having trouble with anything?" he asked, his eyes closed in frustration. At least she was getting a kick out of this.

"I think the other guy i work for is a rapeist...." Angel offered trying to thing of maybe something else to add.

Now that was not the answer he was looking for. Gentian felt his blue eyes open wide with alarm. "Rapist?" he muttered, quite unnerved. If she knew she was working for a rapist, why not just quit? Or better yet, why not kill the bastard?
Still, his mind was buzzing with creation and ideas. What could he produce with this new piece of information? Surely he could plan a way to kill him, but why not get more elaborate? It could be fun, after all.

"Yea, he can be heavily guraded so i havn't found a way to kill him yet." Angel added stareing off into space.

Right beside him, a tall stump from an old elder tree he had to cut down to make the range provided a comfortable and sturdy seat, though it did soak his pants. Didn't bother him in the least bit.
"Now why don't you just quit?" he asked, quite puzzled. But before he could get an answer, he cut her off. "Has he tried anything yet?"

"No, but he has on the other employes. He likes ones older than me. I'm just waitng for him to slip up so I can kill him...It will save alot of trouble.

Okay. That was it. He knew he wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but some loser raping people just wasn't cool. Now if there was money involved..... Never mind. He still wouldn't have anything to do with it. He held his chin in his fingers. "Right. I'll need the daily schedule for his body guards, each of them. Personal history on him, and possibly all of his guards. His daily schedule and any weapons he keeps with him wouldn't hurt either. Oh, and I'd like to know about his personality. That way, I'd know exactly what his moves would be against mine." the young man explained. Gentian held his eyes shut, deep in thought. What he would do for some relaxation. But hey, he was the one that asked for it.

Angel grinned. "Now this is my kind of fun." Angel ran to her room and put on assaian clothes.

Gentian let out a deep sigh. He had his work cut out for him. Life wasn't easy being a teenage genius, running a company and such. Not to forget the Zion Steeds, they were still his main concern. Many of his employees were becoming reckless and naive, and because of this, Angel was becoming more and more useful. It was about time he paid her back.
The young, soaked, and muddy man gathered himself and headed back up to his room, changing into good clothes. For once, he wasn't in formal clothes. He was in a light white t-shirt and some loose, black running pants. A drastic change for him, yes, but he needed to concentrate. And the tight suits and choking ties didn't help. Plus, he loved his fuzzy red socks.

Gentian let out a deep sigh. He had his work cut out for him. Life wasn't easy being a teenage genius, running a company and such. Not to forget the Zion Steeds, they were still his main concern. Many of his employees were becoming reckless and naive, and because of this, Angel was becoming more and more useful. It was about time he paid her back.
The young, soaked, and muddy man gathered himself and headed back up to his room, changing into good clothes. For once, he wasn't in formal clothes. He was in a light white t-shirt and some loose, black running pants. A drastic change for him, yes, but he needed to concentrate. And the tight suits and choking ties didn't help. Plus, he loved his fuzzy red socks.

ooc: Can u start the next thread? Or r we gonna continue on this one?

ooc: Continue this one im to lazy to post in another. and fuzzy red socks is priceless i laughed really loud

Angel slipped up beside the door. Her assaian clothes fitting perfectly.

ooc: lolz, I thought u might get a kick at of that one.

With grim gaze, furrowed brows, and even tensed, clenched fists, Gentian looked up at his friend. He managed to let his eyes lighten, two orbs of blue watching the assassin with a fierce fire of determination glowing within them. He cocked a half grin at her and waited for any information she had on this creep.

"okay well he leaves for work in a big limo with his garuads driveing around him at about five in the morning. He reaches the office at seven. He walks around the building about ten times a day. One gurad on each side. The times he walks are; eight, nine thirty, ten, eleven, eleven thirty, one, two thirty, four thirty, five, than at the end of the day at nine fourty-seven PM." Angel spoke calmli. Than continued. "He leaves around eleven thirty. reaches home at tweelve-thirty. Enters the bathroom for hygine puposes as soon as he gets home. Goes to bed at about one in the morning." Angle said saying his whole day out. "The building is closed on weekends and wensday."

How much simpler could the situation get! Gentian laughed aloud, gleefully leaning back in his chair. "My dear, by the way you put it, I thought it might have been Mission Impossible." he chuckled at her.

He already had a plan. "It's simple, really it is. My guards will secretly kill off his, the night before the plan is executed. The next morning, my guards will serve as the fill-ins. We'll just say the other guards were taking the day off, gone to the super bowl or something of the sort." he began , looking up at the ceiling. "At the end of the day, my men will escort him to his vehicle, tuck him in, and the driver will go around the back of the car, secretly opening the trunk. As he heads back to the driver's seat, we'll hop in the trunk and take a little ride. He'll get out at his place, we'll drive along for two more blocks, get out walk over to the house and," he smiled at her, grinning out plain humor. "For nothing more than pure humor, we'll kill him while he's in the bathroom." A single shot from your new weapon will do. It'll be untraceable."

Simple. The plan was fool-proof, how could they go wrong?

"Ya fun, being stuck in a trunk for about an hour with you. I've seen that trunk its not much bigger than a normal one...Woopie. I'll get Genitian sweat on me...Oh well my job is messy but i still love it." Angel siad. The idea of beign in a trunk with her boss was displeaseing.

The young man half frowned at her. "Now, now. I'll have the cars switched, along with the license plates. The trunk for the car I'm speaking of is big enough to fit a tiger in it, with room to spare. I wouldn't give the chance to go and see this fellow whacked. So, I honestly don't care what you think. I'm going." he leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on his desk, cluttered with papers strewn across the top. He had a lot of work to do, but none of it was interesting. "Shall we have it done, or let this man go on with his life?"

"Why not, it will be fun to kill him." Angel said knowig the vice-president of that company would just take over and she would still have her second job.

Gentian blinked, smiling. "Excellent. Tomorrow shall be our big debut, be ready." he nodded to her, unable to drop his Irish accent. It was just too strong, and no matter how hard to leave it behind, it continued to haunt him.
He looked down at the papers down below his elbows. He really ought to get to work, but he just couldn't find the self-control to make himself do it. It must be his dyslexic.

Angle nodded and walked away.