"I trusted you."

"Well then you can't exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake."

"So what now? Are you gonna pull the trigger?"

"Are you gonna let me walk away?"

"With all you know-never."

"Then you know the answer."

"...Well?"

He stills, staring at me strangely.

"Why did you trust me?"

I don't say anything and lower my eyes.

"Why?"

"..."

"Why dammit?!"

"Because you saved me."

"...That doesn't mean anything."

"Maybe not to you. But to me it meant a lot. You had no reason but you did. I mean yea sure I got kidnapped...for the second time that day...But still. The other guy was gonna kill me. So yea-I trusted you. Sue me."

"Is that why you stayed?"

I raised my eyes, watching the confusion on his face deepen.  "Yea. Besides, you needed a partner for this job and I wanted out of my old life. So why would I run?" I lower my raised hands. "If your gonna do it, do it now," I turn my head slightly to the left,"cuz I'm hearing sirens so time is running out." I lower my head again. 'I might not care if I live but I don't want to see it coming.'

I hear a strangled sigh and the click of a gun hammer. "Goddammit I'm gonna regret this," The sirens get louder, "C'mon kid!"

I look up as he grabs my arm and drags me from the room. 'Seriously?!' He shoves the briefcase in my hand and leads with his gun raised. "C'mon. We are clear. The cameras are still down." He steps over a bloody body as I gingerly follow, not aware of the case's contents. "Someone must've reported the gunshots." He drags me out the back door to the waiting car. "Don't get blood on my floorboards."

I roll my eyes as I slam the door. "So what, you're not gonna kill me now?"

"Haven't decided and don't have the time too currently."

"Wow. I feel honored." He glares at me as he slams the gas, quickly leaving the scene. "Like seriously, I'm making the great Hitman Houdini actually have to think over killing me."

"Why do you insist on calling me that?"

"Because the Codename 'Samson' sucks."

"It's a play on Son of Sam." He mumbles, eyes focused on the road. 'And yet he's taking off his bloody gloves while driving with his knees. Genius.'

"How many people are gonna know that, dipshit?"

"Watch your mouth..." His voice drops an octave and I shrink in my seat, lowering my eyes to the case in my lap.

"Yes sir. Sorry."

"Don't do that."

I look up and raise a brow.

"Don't act like I'm gonna hit you just cuz you said something. And I already told you to quit with the apologies."

I nod, turning and propping my head up on my hand, watching out the window as trees go by.

"At least you finally stopped apologizing for apologizing. And don't call me 'sir' either. I'm not that much older than you."

"...Sorry." It comes out muffled through my hand.

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Go ahead. Just don't get blood on your precious floorboards."

"I hate you."

"I know."

We ride for a long time in silence.

"You really don't care if you live or die do you?"

"Why do you care? You're a Hitman and now I'm just another target. The only difference between me and your others is that you've actually held a legitimate conversation with me that wasn't about how to die."

"Point made."

"Then end of story."

"No. How do you wanna die?"

"Really you asshole?"

"Yes."

I sigh and punch the bridge of nose. "...Quickly I suppose. And not in a compromising position."

"So quickly and not embarrassing?"

"Yea. Pretty much."

"Alright." He nods, looking at me from the side of his eyes.

"Whatever you do, please don't bury me alive. If you have any ounce of respect for me or care about me at all, you won't bury me alive." I shiver.

"Ok. I-I won't."

I nod and shiver, my eyes going back out the window.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why does that terrify you?"

"...Reasons."

"You're dodging the question."

"Oh shoot me."

"Gladly."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Act like you care then be like 'I'm gonna kill you' and blah blah blah?"

He shrugs. 'Bipolar maybe?"

"That's not Bipolarness."

"Then what is it?"

"Good question."