~ â ~ âOh, I know, I know way too well,â Diego agreed, crossing his arms over the table. Getting rid of someone was always a risky operation, and not everyone knew how sneak away from the consequences. The truth was that killing was not the hard part â even a drunk man could mess up badly enough to claim someoneâs life â what required talent was surviving the aftermath.
âBut youâll have to admit, a fake accident is still better than a blatant murder. If anything, when the victim seems to have been hit by car, or chocked on something, there is a small chance someone might believe it. On the other hand, a man whose throat as been cut will immediately alert everyone.â
âAs for what you suggested, I want you to understand Iâm not clueless: the guy I want dead has other enemies, so I should be safe this time. However, under other circumstances, I would have been interested in plotting something against a third party⊠just to make things a tiny bit more confusing for whoever will investigate.â
He paused, in order to take a bite out of his sandwich, that was starting to get cold. It would have been unpleasant to eat later on, so he tried to force himself to taste him now; wasting money on food wasnât something that met his tastes.
In the mean time, the blond reflected on Truceâs words. The child surely offered a big variety of services, which was admirable considering his young age. This only made him wonder what was his story: a normal kid could hardly end up like that.
âHow long have you been doing this?â he eventually asked, deciding to indulge with his curiosity. Knowing his future partner more could only be good for his future affairs, so it was worth the risk of annoying him a little.
âFair enough. Regardless, itâs still your decision, when all is said and done. My job only involves carrying out your instructions.â Of course, Dio had a good point. Perhaps what approach to take would best vary by case, rather than attempting a one-size-fits-all take. As a hitman, Truce should have known better, himself; it seemed as if there was still much more for him to learn...and perhaps he could glean a thing or two from his new âfriend.â
In any case, it did seem that Dio was entirely well-versed enough in this sort of thing that Truce neednât give advice; the man knew what he was doing.
For a moment Truce didnât answer the question, instead pausing to lie down on the table and cradle his glass of juice as he sipped it thoughtfully and formed his thoughts into words. Then he began to explain.
âFrankly... So far back that I donât even remember. My parents told me Iâd been helping them on their hit jobs since I was a baby; as in, I was making heads fly before I could even walk. Apparently, thatâs not ânormal.â Heh! But ânormalâ doesnât exist in the world of Stands anyway, does it?â he said, with a bit of a snarky smirk.
âBut to give you a straight answer, that would make it around ten years, give or take. During many of those years, I worked alongside my parents; I only started working mostly independently around six years ago. Is that a sufficient answer?â He stopped to sip more juice.
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