Jacob was perfect for the face of their operation. His silliness, his humor prone attitude and the fact that he could lie to you with a smile on his face before he blew a hole in your heart made him one of their biggest assets.

He found Mark's wife at a bar with her daughter, just as Jasmin told him they would be. He slid into the seat a couple rows down from them and had a couple of glasses of whiskey.

"Excuse me?"

Jacob's head was getting so big at this point. Every time it never failed, he never had to make moves because moves were being made for him. He just had to wait. His head swiveled and he grinned at the familiar face. "Uh, hey. What's up?"

Jillian, Marks daughter, was a pretty girl, but not his type. She wasn't nearly as attractive as his team. She held herself well though so he couldn't dislike her too much. "I was just wondering if we could scoot a bit closer to you, the guys on the other side are really rowdy."

He nodded, eyeing the guys she spoke of. They worked multiple ranks under him, they were just more pawns for Connie to play with and move around. They were doing a good job. "Yeah, thanks for asking. I don't mind at all."

"Are you British?" She asked with a slight smile.

He nodded. "London. Do you guys live here?"

And just like that, they started talking. He managed to charm the wife too. He'd been coursed on body language, and he lived using the skill every day so Connie or Steven wouldn't backhand the hell out of him. They never smacked them around but sometimes he probably deserved it.

He brushed his fingers over Jillian's hand and she bit her lip at him, enticing him silently. "You know, you and your mum are mighty fetching. There's plenty to go around." Mary had grabbed his other hand and after more than a few drinks they were all over him.

As much as he would have preferred driving them home, he got them an uber to lower suspicion.

He'd just be following behind and a road over, the uber was tracked and the driver was Hazel. They begged him to come home with them, but he insisted he'd call them tomorrow. Jillian gave him a kiss on the cheek and as they drove away, he grinned. "You pretty fucking idiots."

He met Connie, Steven and Adam at the apartment 15 minutes after the packages were delivered. Now it was easy to distance himself. These weren't people, these were toys, prey, a quick snack... not people. If someone was bold enough to mess with any of the team, they must not be a person, because any single one of them in their right mind did as Connie said the first time.

The two women smiled when they saw him, but grew panicked when he was flanked. Connie arrived right in the middle and Jacob took her coat with a kiss to her neck.

"Hello, Jillian, Mary," She greeted lowly, coming to stand in front of them on their couch. "How has your evening been?"

Mary grabbed her daughter closer. "M-My husband will be home shortly," She threatened frantically darting her eyes around. "He's a cop."

She nodded slowly as if comprehending this. "Mary and Mark, what trivial names. Matching, just different by one letter."

Steven pulled out his wallet and the women flinched, causing him to chuckle as he searched through it. "Oh, ladies, don't be afraid. I promise if I decide to kill you, you won't have the time." He found what he was looking for and crouched to look closer at the women. "Speaking of almost matching, do you recognize the man in this picture?"

Mary started to shake and Jillian screamed. Connie let it continue before she nodded at Jacob and he pointed a gun at Jillian's head. "Jacob hates crybabies, don't you, love?"

"Very much so, Madam." Truly the most annoying thing on the fucking planet was a person who couldn't shut the fuck up: a crying, sniffling, wailing little bitch with no sense of survival. Smart animals were silent and observant, like Adam. He spoke less so he could perceive more. Jacob might've been able to put in a good word to keep them alive but scared. Now all he wanted was for their stupid fucking whining to cease. "Permission to take one of them out?"

"Is that a silencer?" Connie asked.

He nodded. "Yes, Madam. Only the best for you."

She stalked over and sat on the coffee table. "My husband is in attendance today," She told them coolly. "He's been on a business trip for five years and I've missed him terribly. He's very kind."

Steven smirked and shrugged. "I'm a gentleman, what can I say?" He knelt next to Connie to kiss her cheek, then nodded to Hazel. "I need you to tell me where your husband's work computer is."

Jillian looked to her mother and she shook her head curtly. Mary glowered at Steven. "You idiots need to leave."

"Your husband is dead, Mary," Connie stated boredly. "Apparently his nose was up the wrong persons ass and he got got."

Mary started hyperventilating and Jacob cocked his gun, beginning to lose his patience. "They're on thin ice, Madam."

Steven sighed and grabbed both women by their hair. "Hazel, check all the drawers, dressers... and the couch."

Hazel liked to search through people's shit. Any interesting thing he found he wasn't allowed to take, but if Steven gave him that look then he started taking it anyways. Every stash of money, every diamond ring; if he saw it, he took it. The girls screamed as he approached with his knife. One slice of the couch and he grinned. "Well isn't that something?"

Sure enough, stacks of money and underneath that, a high tech computer. Connie swiveled her head to Mary. "I'll bet it's about time for your insulin, isn't it?"

Mary went pale but Steven still had a killer grip on both of their scalps. "You're going to kill me!" She wailed.

"Adam, go check the fridge."

He came back with insulin and opened a container. Connie was staring at him, so he looked up at her. "Yes, Madam?"

"Why don't you tell our friends the medical repercussions of being injected with too much insulin?" She suggested, turning to smile at the women.

He prepared the needles and strolled over to stare them down. Both averted their gaze immediately, only serving to minority irritate him. It happened a lot, especially with people who didn't know him because of the color. "I inject two vials into you each, wherever I choose because I'm allowed to play with my food." He filled the needle and eyed the mother first. "Too much insulin gets rid of too much glucose which depletes the glycogen in the brain. Brain shuts down first, and then everything else does too."

"You're going to kill me!" She whispered again, looking back and forth between them all. "Think about this, please!"

Adam smiled and inserted the needle right over her heart. "The more I think about it the more I want to." The daughter screamed so he backhanded her and got her right in the throat.

Two more confirming injections and they died right in Stevens hands. He chuckled and dropped them both. "Next time, J."

Jacob held the gun up for a few seconds longer, arm trembling, before he tucked it away and sighed. "Yes, Sir."

Content, Steven eyed the bodies and dusted off his hands. "Tell the teams to make it look like a robbery. I'm starving, you boys are coming with. Bring the girls and Alex." He left without another word and they all grinned at Connie.

She huffed out a laugh and nodded. "He means he's very proud of you and wishes for your company." They followed out behind her and she paused at the door. "And boys?"

Hazel stepped forward. "Yes, Ma'am?"

"You don't have a choice."

"We didn't want one, Madam," Adam replied. "We're happy to accompany. Family."

As they slinked down the stairs as quietly as possible, Jacob murmured, "You could say we're Alabama natives."

Connie tittered. "Keep your mouth shut, Trigger Happy."

"Yes, Madam."