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Lions and Tigers

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Punching around the back of his seat, Luke’s angle was all wrong and he couldn’t get a lot of power behind his punches, but that didn’t seem to bother him. ”Calm the fuck down! I didn’t know it was you driving, you bleeding idiot! How the fuck would I?”

"I’m sorry about your damn wife, alright? She was a good girl; didn’t deserve whatever shit you got her into," Seb said, wiping a drip of blood from his nose. "Now what’s this about a bloody kid? You’ve got a son now?"

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"Yeah. Thomas Sebastian Moran. Named after you because I honestly thought you were dead in some ditch. He's two. Has Mum's smile." He reached into his pocket and handed him a picture of Luke holding a baby.

He saw the bloody nose. "Sorry. I just... I don't want to leave him alone." He leaned over to his client and started rummaging through the pockets. "He's your kill so you get rid of him. What he do anyway?"

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Lions and Tigers

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"Touchy," he muttered, and then in a truly juvenile gesture, Seb stabbed at one last button before settling in for his ride. Lights flashed mundanely by and there was a chill from the open windows, but Seb figured it was best not to complain seeing how he was the one to take out the passenger side one.

They turned down an alley and Seb waited patiently for his brother to speak, instead earning himself a punch in the face. A bolt of anger seared just under his skin as the blood pooled in his mouth. “Fine greeting for the brother you haven’t seen in four years,” Seb griped, spitting blood onto the seat beside him. “And yes, I did put a cap in your fucking charge, so why don’t you go through his pockets, find your fare, and move on you glorified cabbie.”

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Luke punched him again. "What if you fucking missed? What if you fucking missed?" Luke was yelling. "I have a fucking son! What would have happened to him! You piece of shit!" Luke punched him one last time before turning back.

He let his forehead rest against the wheel. "Do you hear that Claire died? Thomas wasn't even one. It's why I gave up my career. Put the wrong people in prison and they fucking killed her." He closed his eyes to stop himself from crying.

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In Sebastian’s moment of pause, the light turned green and there were horns blaring to keep him from thinking. He tucked his piece into his waistband—he could always get one of Jim’s lackey’s to go back and retrieve his things from his nest—and hopped into the back of his brother’s car. Once inside the dark interior, he relaxed back into his seat, mulling over this pleasant coincidence.

"Huh, it’s been quite some time, Lukey-boy. Is this what you’ve been up to since I got discharged? I never imagined you’d stay in London," Sebastian commented, focused on the panel of buttons on the door, childishly pressing them all to see the function of each one as he spoke.

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"Shut up, Sebastian." Luke growled, driving down the road. He hadn't seen Sebastian in almost four years. He was fuming. "Stop doing that."

Luke pulled into an ally and stopped the car. He unbuckled slowly before turning around and punching Sebastian in the jaw. "Did you kill him? Did you kill my fucking client?" He yelled.

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Lions and Tigers

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Another routine hit: the car wasn’t even armoured. Seb shook his head; it was like candy from a baby. The mark surely took his time getting there but Seb was accustomed to wait. The man got in and the sniper lined up his shot. Bang. The car took off. Damn, Sebastian hadn’t gotten a chance to see if his shot was a hit. In moments, he had abandoned his nest and was down on the street. If he hurried, he might be able to cut the driver off on Main before he could make it out of city traffic.

Sebastian sprinted across alleyways, narrowly avoiding a collision with a taxi cab as he darted across three lanes of rush hour traffic. Just ahead he could see it. Black car, passenger side window blown out: he picked up his pace. Thankfully, luck was on his side tonight and the car was parked in at a red light. With a laugh of exhilaration, Sebastian slowed to a stop, his gun drawn on the driver as he peered into the passenger seat: dead. The successful hitman glanced victoriously at the driver as he moved to tuck away his handgun, but froze halfway through bringing it down.

"… Luke?"

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Luke's fingers drummed on the steering wheel, waiting to duck at any moment. Fucking redlights. He didn't know what he was going to do with the body. Take the cash and throw him into the Thames? It was the easiest and cleanest. He pushed the body back into the chair and rolled down both windows to hide the broken glass.

He heard his name and turned his head. Sebastian.

"What the fuck..?" His confusion changed to anger as he made the connection. His brother was an ex military sniper. His brother was here right after his client was sniped. "Get in the back." he growled.

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Luke sat patiently in the driver's seat. Three minutes. His client had till then to get in the car. If he wasn't Luke would be gone. He couldn't wait for anyone. If something went wrong there would be no one to take care of Thomas.

His client arrived with forty-five seconds left but the car hadn't even moved a meter before the passenger window shattered and his client was left slumped over in his seat. Luke slammed on the pedal and he was off down the street. He refused to die tonight. Thomas needed him.

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