#hitman lance

[ollyee]

After many hours of work... I finished it! Wanted hitman Lance McClain from my secret agents klance AU (I can describe its plot later if someone wants) It was my first time drawing background, but I’m kinda proud of myself

[noneya-business-me]

One shot, One kill pt. 2

The hit hadn’t even made it to the major news. Like usual the police nor the people of the city seemed to care for the deaths of the lowlifes. Unknown: Lance? A bright smile crossed his face, as he picked up his phone. Lance: Hunk? Unknown: Yeah, It’s me. You wanted me to text you, remember? He made quick work of changing the contact to Hunks name, followed by many emojis. Lance: Yep, I remember. How do you feel about meeting up for lunch? Hunk: Sure, I can do that :) Where do you want to meet up? Lance: I can just meet you at your bakery. I want the restaurant to be a surprise! Hunk: Got it, see you then. Lance smiled brightly again, slipping his gun case under his bed. “He’s little too trusting for this city.” He sighed, “I wish there were more guys like him coming in.” For the rest of the morning he cleaned up his apartment. Hiding all his ‘work’ gear. He called and chatted with his mother for a little bit, but spotted the clock on the far wall. “Oops, got to go Mama,” He said apologetically, “I’ll talk to you later, I’m meeting a friend.” He hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket from the rack. He headed down the sidewalk towards the bakery and spotted Hunk locking the door, and hanging a sign in the window. “Hey Hunk!” Lance called, waving to him. He turned with a smile, waving back. “I’m all locked up and ready to go.” He said cheerily. “You got it.” Lance replied, putting an arm as best he could around his shoulders, “it’s this way.” They headed down the street already getting into a long conversation. By the time they reached the diner Lance was already loving the guy. “I’m just saying, if people dress their dogs up in clothes why don’t people dress their cats up just as much?” He inquired grabbing a menu from the front stand and heading to one of the back booths. Hunk looked confused but followed him anyways. “Agreed. We should get to the bottom of it.” He replied with a nod of his head. “Thank you!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. “Anyways, welcome to Altea diner. Basically my home away from home,” He said motioning around the retro diner, “you make friends here, you make friends for life.” “Hello Lance.” A voice said walking up to the booth, “I thought I was missing some menus.” “Guilty.” He replied with a smile. “Hunk this is Allura, the owner of the restaurant.” He said motioning between the two of them, “Allura this is Hunk, he’s new to the city.” “Nice to meet you.” Allura greeted with a firm handshake, “Welcome to the city.” She glanced back at Lance, “I’m guessing the usual?” She questioned. “Of course.” He replied with a nod. She looked back over to Hunk with a smile. “Uh, I’ll just have what he’s having.” He said with a smile, handing her the menu. “Great, it’ll be right out.” She replied, heading behind the counter. “So, I didn’t catch the name of your bakery.” Lance said, leaning forward on his elbows. “It’s called Balmera bakery.” He replied, with a smile. “Balmera?” Lance questioned, “what’s that supposed to be?” “It’s what my girlfriend and I called the town where we’re from.” He replied, “I don’t even know where we came up with it but we’ve called it that forever.” “You have a girlfriend??” Lance screeched, “I should have invited her out with us! What’s her name?” “Her name is Shay, and don’t worry about it she’s working right now anyways.” He laughed, “she’s working at the hospital as a nurse.” “Here are your drinks.” Allura said, walking over with coffee. “Thanks Allura.” Lance nodded. She nodded back and disappeared back into the kitchen. “So, what do you do for work?” Hunk asked absentmindedly stirring sugar into his coffee. Lance paused, halfway lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “I do mostly contract jobs, odds and ends that other people don’t want to deal with.” He replied, his smile becoming a little strained. “Oh, interesting.” Hunk replied, “that must suck though sometimes. I wouldn’t want to have to deal with peoples unwanted work.” “Yeah, you have no idea.” Lance laughed, “anyways enough about my crappy job. How’s business so far? You haven’t been open that long.” “Yeah, we’ve only been open for about a month but business is booming so far,” A bright smile lit up his face, “we’re doing just as well back home!” “Has anyone been causing you trouble?” He asked absentmindedly. Hunk paused and thought for a moment. “Nope, not really.” He replied, “I was a little worried when we first got the building, and being new and all but nothing has happened yet.” “That’s good,” Lance breathed a sigh of relief, “it would suck if something happened to good business.” “Thanks.” Hunk offered. “Here you go guys, enjoy.” Allura said setting down two burger platters. They said their thanks and began eating. Once they were finished they said their goodbyes to Allura and headed back to Balmera bakery. “Want to try some of the sweets?” Hunk offered, unlocking the doors. “Would I ever!” Lance replied, stepping inside. He pulled out a tray of cookies from the display case and offered it to Lance. He quickly shoved one in his mouth and grinned. “This is literally the best cookie I’ve ever had the honour of having in my mouth.” He sighed. “Here take some with you.” Hunk offered, filling a box with cookies, squares, and cupcakes. “Oh my god.” Lance stated, “I didn’t know God came to live on Earth.” Hunk laughed loudly and tied the box off with a ribbon. “Come on Buddy.” “You’re a good man.” Lance cried, grabbing him in a hug. “Thanks man.” He replied, wrapping his arms around him. “You’re a hugger too!” He yelled, “you’re the perfect man! Shay is so lucky.” “Get out of here,” Hunk laughed, “I have to keep working.” “Well, I have to get back to my garbage contracts.” Lance said with mock offence. He paused at the door, “but seriously. If anyone give you any trouble, give me a call.” He gave him a wink and headed out into the sidewalk. When he entered his apartment he hung his jacket back up on the rack and pulled out his phone. Blue: You have anything for me? He flopped boredly across the couch waiting for a reply. Boss: Not right now. You’re good for the night. I’m working on something though. Lance sighed heavily. Another night of laying around the apartment doing nothing. Boss: By the way, payment for your last job is outside your window. Lance sighed heavily. Blue: I told you to stop doing that. It’s creepy and too much work. Boss: It leaves no paper trail. You don’t have a choice. Lance groaned dramatically again and lifted himself off the couch, heading towards the window. He lifted it up, removed the screen and pulled the black bag onto the living room floor. He took a seat on the floor and unzipped it. He took each stack of bills out counting them, and setting them in his wall safe. “Guess I could go out tonight?” He muttered, moving a stack to the side. He grabbed his phone from the couch and quickly dialled Allura. “What’s up?” She answered. “Hey Allura. What are you doing tonight?” He asked. “I just put the night shift on and I’m heading home.” She said a long pause following, “yeah jk, I’m heading towards your apartment, and we’re going out.” “I guess I felt that telepathically.” Lance laughed, “I’ll see you when you get here.” There was a knock on the door before Allura walked in. “That was quick.” Lance laughed. “Well, I was already in the building.” She replied, throwing her coat on the couch. “Bruh, at least hang that up.” “What’s up with the bag?” She asked, pointing at the now empty bag sitting in front of his place on the ground. “I found it and remembered when I went to the gym.” He replied quickly. “Hah, loser.” Allura snorted, “come on, lets get ready to go.” “Are we feeling night club or pub?” Lance asked, opening his closet as Allura sat on his bed. “Let’s go with pub, I haven’t eaten yet.” She replied, pulling the ponytail out of her head. “You own a diner, why didn’t you eat there?” He asked. “You get tired of it.” She replied, with a sigh. “I don’t.” He sniffed. “So what should I wear? I’m kind of feeling plaid.” “Plaid is good.” Allura replied, “will you do my hair for me?” He nodded pulling on a black t-shirt and tying red plaid around his waist. “What do you want?” Lance asked. “I’m feeling a braid hawk.” She hummed, pulling out a makeup bag. “You want guys to be cautious of you tonight?” Lance laughed. “I’m in bad bitch mode.” “Got it.” Lance said with a nod. Once they were ready they headed out into the now darkened streets, heading towards the downtown area which was covered in light. “This place looks good,” Allura said grabbing his hand and dragging him towards a busy looking tavern. They found a seat at the bar and quickly asked for the food menu. “So your friend Hunk was nice.” Allura said after ordering some chicken wings. “Yeah, he’s a great guy.” Lance replied, ordering some mozzarella sticks. “Are you into him?” She asked quickly. Lance choked loudly on his beer, and covered his mouth. Allura started laughing loudly, pounding on his back. “No,” He answered hoarsely, “he has a girlfriend, and I didn’t even see him like that.” “Right.” Allura hummed. “Seriously, he helped me out yesterday. So I returned the favour.” He explained, “he opened a bakery out here.” “Ouhh, a new business!” Allura said happily, “I love new businesses.” “Yeah, and he’s already doing great.” “Anyways we need to get you a man.” Allura said, completely forgetting the past conversation. “What about you!?” Lance replied with an offended tone. “Every person in this city knows that I put my career first.” She said. “Why can’t I do that?” Lance questioned. “Because you doing ‘contract work’ and ‘odd jobs’ doesn’t count.” She replied, “once you get a real job, I’ll consider it.” He visibly deflated, “fine,” he groaned, “maybe.” “That’s the spirit!” Allura said clapping her hands together and glancing around the crowded bar. The rest of the night was fuzzy for Lance, waking up with a spiting headache back in his bed. “Oh, no.” He groaned, “no, no, no. Please God, I hope I did nothing stupid.” He sat up slowly and turned on his lamp looking around the room. “Thank God.” He sighed, seeing that there was no one but himself. He threw on his bathrobe and opened the door to the living room, seeing Allura sprawled across the couch snoring loudly. A small smile donned his face until he smelled coffee. “No.” He stated hurrying into the kitchen. He paused cautiously spotting a figure standing at his island reading the paper and sipping from a mug of coffee. “Jesus Keith, you scared the shit out of me.” Lance sighed, sitting at one of the stools. “Well, sorry I didn’t know you were up yet.” He replied handing him a mug also filled with coffee. He smirked widely, leaning towards Lance. “So, how was your night?” He asked. “I have nothing.” Lance replied, “Literally nothing of what happened. Maybe I was drugged!” He gasped dramatically. “Oh, shut up. No one would want to drug you.” Keith laughed. “What happened then?” Lance asked intrigued. “You got mega wasted, and danced with Allura and I in the pub all night long.” He drawled, “Allura texted me before you guys even left the apartment.” “Snake.” Lance hissed. “We were thinking of going to the diner for breakfast. Coran is working the kitchen this morning.” Keith added, folding the newspaper and laying on the table. “Sounds fun.” Lance replied, with a blush. “And about last night Lance-.” Keith started, just as Lance’s phone went off. “Hold that thought.” Lance said quickly looking at his notifications. Boss: You have a meeting. Be there is 20 minutes. “Shit.” Lance scowled, but smiled when Keith looked at him confused. “Can I meet you guys there?” He asked, “A job just came up.” Keith frowned but nodded moving to the living room to get Allura up and out. “Thank you so much.” Lance whispered. Blue: Understood. They closed the door silently and Lance got to work getting everything set up. He changed into his work clothes and brewed fresh coffee. He waited nervously in the kitchen as the pot beeped, signalling that it was finished. He hated face to face meetings. The people the contracted scared him. He preferred to go through his boss on all contracts. There was a harsh bang on the door, startling him. He opened the door behind the two larger men. “This is the guy?!” An older man spat, sitting down on Lance’s couch. “He’s weak looking!” Lance sat down opposite him, grimacing as he yelled louder and louder. “Be quiet!” His boss snapped, “he’s the best shot in this half of the world.” That certainly shut the man up. “Blue. This is Leo Banetti.” He said, “He requests your services.” “Okay, but why are you here?” Lance replied, settling into the chair. “He said he wanted to meet you in person.” He replied, “to be able to explain his request throughly.” Leo nodded quickly beside him. Lance nodded to him to begin. “I don’t want to give you too many details about the guy because I want to stay as far away from this as possible.” He started, “but he’s creating a big problem for my family financially.” Lance nodded, a family oriented guy. He could get behind something like this. “If you’re not going to give me any information about him, why did you want to talk to me? and how am I to know when to get a drop on him?” He asked. “Well, I heard you’re more opt to do a job when there’s a bigger picture behind it.” He replied, wringing his hands together, “And I’ll go through your boss here.” Lance nodded in understanding. “Okay, then Mr. Leo Banetti. I’ll work your contract.” He said, standing up and shaking his hand. A wide smile took over his scowl and he returned the handshake whole heartedly. Soon they left the apartment, Lance leaving soon after to meet his friends at Altea. Until he was pulled into a side alley. “What the h-.” He was shoved roughly against the brick. A bat slamming the brick next to his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He thought. “Give us your wallet and you won’t get hurt.” A low voice said. There were three guys in front of him. “I’m getting mugged? Seriously?!” He stared at them for what felt like minutes until what looked like the leader raised the bat and swung it against his left leg. He yelled out and fell to the ground. “Did you not hear what I said?!” The leader yelled, kicking his stomach. “Wait-.” He choked, receiving a punch to the face. They continued unrelenting. “Why the hell did I freeze up?! Now I’m getting the shit beat out of me.” Suddenly everything stopped as he was dropped against the asphalt and heard the scrape of feet running the opposite direction. “Oh my God Lance, are you okay?” A distant voice asked as he was lifted easily off the ground. His sight suddenly cleared and Hunk’s face came into view. “Hunk, I love you man.” Lance laughed, “you saved me.” “Do you need to go to the hospital?” Hunk asked nervously. “Nah, I’m good man. They were weaker than they looked.” He replied, “just come with me to Altea diner, I want you to meet another one of my friends.”

[twulo]

As requested, a video of a gunman lance doodle!

Sorry for the shakies; my phone was macgyvered into my shirt

[noneya-business-me]

One Shot, One kill pt.1

He was stuck in the middle of the city. It was as simple as that. Now he was standing by himself in the busy terminal of the underground subway. “Of course.” He sighed, shrugging his backpack back up his shoulders, “what am I supposed to do now? I left my wallet at the apartment.” He stood in front of the gates as people rushed past him. One of them knocking into his shoulder and throwing his backpack to the ground, spewing the contents across the floor. “Seriously buddy?!” He yelled out, before dropping to his knees to gather his stuff in his arms. “Whoa, you okay there?” Someone asked softly, ducking down to help him. “Yeah, fine.” Lance replied, zipping his bag back up, “someone bumped into me is all.” He gave him a small smile. “Thank you.” “It’s no problem.” He replied with a wide smile. He shuffled on his feet a moment, “Um, do you actually mind if I ask you a question?” He asked, pulling out a map of the city, “i’m trying to get here. How am I supposed to get there?” “Sure,” Lance replied, taking the map in his hand, “You take the B line from here and it should take you straight to where you want to go.” “I’m new to the city so I exactly no idea what you’re saying to me.” He laughed nervously. “I can just take you there. I’m heading that direction anyways.” Lance added, folding the map back up for him. “Really.” He asked hopefully, “you don’t mind?” “Nah, not at all!” Lance replied, reaching into his pocket for his wallet; but stopped remembering where it was, “Shit. I forgot that I left my wallet in my apartment.” “Well, I can get you a ticket.” The man said, “I don’t mind.” “You don’t have to do that.” Lance argued. “You’re taking the time to help me out, so I can at least help you with this.” He replied, already walking towards the ticket booth. 
After purchasing his ticket he handed it to him. “My names Hunk by the way.” He said with a smile. “Lance.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” He stuck out his hand. They gave each other a firm handshake and headed past the gates and to the platform. “So, you said you were new to the city?” Lance asked as they waited for their train to arrive. “Yep! I opened a new business down here,” Hunk replied, leaning back on the bench they sat down on. “It was pretty success in my home town, so I’m hoping it’ll be even more successful in the city.” “What kind of business is it?” Lance inquired. “Bakery.” Hunk replied, with a smile. “Awww,” Lance cooed, “that’s so cute.”
A blush crept across Hunks face. “Really?” He asked. “Bakeries are always cute.” Lance laughed. The tracks in front of them started rumbling as the train finally pulled up to the platform. “You ready to go?” He asked, turning to Hunk. He nodded and followed him into the car. It turned out they weren’t that far from their destination and were off the train within 15 minutes. “And we’ve arrived at your destination!” Lance said cheerfully, stopping in front of a newly painted storefront. “Thank you so much for your help.” Hunk said with a smile. “Can I see your cell phone Hunk?” Lance asked, before they parted ways. “Uh, sure.” Hunk shrugged, handing over his phone. He quickly punched in his information and handed it back to him. “There send me a text sometime tomorrow.” He said. “Why?” Hunk asked, a confused look on his face. “You’ll see.” He replied, with a smirk, “see you tomorrow Hunk.” They waved goodbye to each other as Lance crossed the street and Hunk went into his shop to finish setting up. Lance continued down the road until he reached his apartment building. Once inside he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, text message notifications lighting up the screen. “Geez, give me a break.” He sighed. He threw his backpack down on the couch and eased his jacket off his shoulders. Boss: Blue, you have a new job incoming tonight. That piqued his interest, usually he didn’t have a new job so soon after the last; which had only been a few day prior. Blue: I’ll bite. What information do you have on it? He walked into the kitchen, opening in the fridge and pulling out leftover lasagna. He popped it in the microwave, and waited for his boss to reply. Boss: It’s a big paycheque, I know that much. Corporate sleezebag. The usual. Once I get the rest of the information I’ll let you know, be ready to move when I have the coordinates. Blue: Got it. He let out a heavy sigh as he walked into his room to change into his uniform. Black garments head to toe. He reached under his bed and grabbed his gun case, unlocking it and pulling out his prized sniper rifle. He had this rifle brought to him all the way from Canada, the C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle. He brought it out to his living room and sat on the couch, taking apart and laying out each piece of the rifle in front of him. He turned his music on and hummed along as he took a rag and begun wiping down every part of the rifle. He was half way through when his phone buzzed. Boss: Get ready to move. He sighed but quickly reassembled, and stepped towards the door. Boss: Set up shop across from the Luxington hotel. “Ugh,” Lance scowled, “it’s going to be one of those jobs.” “I wonder who this guy pissed off to get me involved.” He thought, loading up his equipment into his car, “I’m one of the most expensive to get a hit from.” He pulled out of the parking garage and headed towards downtown. “Judging by the fact that I’m getting him at a hotel it was his wife or lover or something like that.” He pulled up to the curb, and pulled out his phone. Blue: Just arriving is everything good to go? Boss: Tech’s already monitoring camera’s. Hold your position for a second. Boss: Yes. Tech is good to go. The camera’s are blind and you and the car are covered for you to go in to position. Blue: Copy that. Heading in. He grabbed his case from the backseat and headed to the side of the apartment building, scaling the fire escape up to the roof. He checked the lock to the roof door, and pulled the ladder up the fire escape to him so they had no access. Blue: All entrances are blocked for now, we’re good to go. Going into position now. He dropped to his knees and positioned his muzzle over the edge of the building at the designated room, he could see the light from the bathroom one and the shadow of someone. “It seems like he’s there alone right now.” He thought, “probably not for long though.” Boss: Remember Blue. One shot, one kill. He smirked, “you think too lowly of me.” Blue: Of course.