Yakov was thrown across the room. Smashing into one of the walls and dislocation his shoulder. Perfect bloody perfect. Yakov quickly popped it back in place by making a fist and twisting his wrist around. 13 was staring at him. Smiling. The smug BASTARD! Yakov smiled back and said "boo" a hammer fell down from the ceiling w striking 13 with a solid Crack. He staggered and started to laugh " Your a quick learner setting up a t-" 3 more hammers hit him he flew backwards as the last on focused high pressure sir on his abdomen. He stood up groaning saying " traps and good ones at that. Comon let's go eat lunch". 13 walked off and another kid jumped down and ran after him yelling" COMON YAKOV!" Yakov smiled. Zexceed was one of his best friends. Correction only friend. A hitman has to have somone he can rely on and vice versa with a mercenary. They both were some of the best in their area. Yakov already had cleaners that owed him their lives. He had contacts. Contacts he could use. Yakov sighed as he saw yet another srt rank 1. He grabbed his rifle as 13 and Zexceed grabbed their shotguns. They walked out and said " You should leave we don't want to kill anymore of you. We just keep moving." The soldier replied by killing 13 with a shit from a large gun. This wasn't a rank 1. THIS WAS SPEC OPS! Zexceed stood their I'm shock. The spec ops took a picture then left. 13 was one of the best hitmen in the world. Killed in 1 shot. Zexceed walked back and said " You know how we said we'd join the SRT when we grew up and after being criminals for awhile. I'm not doing it. I'm going to join the rumored SPR group." Yakov stared at him and said " I don't know what I'm gonna do but whatever happens. We have each other's backs right?" Zexceed looked at him and pulled out his father's knife cutting his hand yakov took the hint and did the same. They made a,blood pact that day. No matter what happened they would always be their for each other.