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Kazuki Kurusu was starting to worry. Well, just a little bit. He wasn’t the type of guy to worry that much. Life was good and his job paid well. That’s the least you can expect when being a hitman. Well, it pays well… when you have some contracts to work on. Kazuki was trying hard to maintain his own code of conduct: he only accepts a kill contract when the target is an actual asshole - corrupt politicians, drug barons, financial criminals… that sort of thing. But he knew that meant not accepting to work with everyone, and occasionally, he might fall a little bit short on money. When that happened, he usually accepted some side jobs - a little bit of industrial espionage or even some detective job. But back then, even those were quite rare. He was interrupted in his thoughts as his housemate and partner-in-crime, Rei Kurusu, went down the stairs with a loud yawn. The dark ring under his eyes, yet not unusual, indicated he had another almost sleepless

That was supposed to be a good day. Luke was slowly acclimating to Riverdale. The hardest part was being accepted as a trainee officer by the local sheriff. Even with the Brotherhood backing him, being an undercover agent was new for him - and the quick training he got to the Brotherhood had hardly prepared him to being an actual cop. But against all odds, things appeared to unravel just fine. His fake references had quickly been accepted, and the work wasn’t so hard, Riverdale being - apart from strange events - an overall calm little town. He even felt like he was starting to gain a little confidence from his targets. At least, they didn’t seem to suspect him of being a brotherhood member - even less of being the one who had gassed them and left them tied up for a whole night. Things were really going well. But then came the phone call. It was a little after 11 a.m., and Luke immediately understood that something was wrong. The number of his phone was one of the brotherhood’s ,