Snippet #1151857

Number Seven watched coolly as #8 arrived. His face didn't betray a hint of the disdain he felt for the other agent. It wasn't so much his love for murder and mayham that bothered the Gunman, as the fact he was a danger to any mission he participated in. The chain-wielding psychopath sat down next to the Gunman, at his designated chair, a twisted smile on his lips. Number Seven ignored him without as much as a muscle twitch in his face. Of course, there was another reason today, for his dislike of #8. Because #8 couldn't be trusted. The rumors that he worked with the Black Mamba had stemmed from somewhere, and until that source had been investigated, none of the Assasians could be certain of the Jackyl's loyalty.

The Gunman took due note of the fact that the Twins too had arrived. They were silent, unlike their usual chattering during the meetings. They too realized the seriousness of the situation. They too, were angered by the Black Mamba's actions. It would be good to work with them. They were professional Assasians. People he could trust. Unlike #8...

The Gunman looked coldly at the Jackyl without speaking, his eyes making no secret of the fact he thought of #8 as little more than an insect, albeit a psychotic one. The silence in the room was oppressive, interrupted only by the shuffling of the Cloud commander's papers by the desk at the front of the room.

Eleven Assasians were in the room. There was only one missing now.

Because Cloud now only had twelve Assasians...