The empty warehouse rattled as the heavy wind and rain battered it. Dust swirled away from dilapidated parts of the walls. The corrugated roof only emphasised the sound of the raindrops. The two of us stood, squared up to each other as we breathed heavily, the rain running off our clothes and dripping to the floor. The chase had been tough enough but now, the recruitment was going to be worse. I could tell I already hated this clown.

"I'm surprised you managed to find me." He said confidently as he paced, evaluating the threat. He ran his hand along his smoothly gelled hair. I let out a flat laugh.

"What can I say? I'm determined. You're ruining business, my boss isn't happy with you." I crossed my arms as I awaited his smarmy response. He smiled happily, pleased he was putting others out of work. Part of me wanted to run at him, throwing all this pent up rage into some hard-hitting punches but I restrained, gritting my teeth as I composed myself.

"I'm the best assassin in the country. Hell, in Europe. If your boss was that mad, he could have come and spoken to me himself. Instead, he's sent his lap dog." The fire raged in my stomach. Lap dog? I was the boss's favourite. I was his number one assassin. I couldn't help myself as I answered back like a stroppy toddler.

"I'm the best he has, you'd better watch your mouth." I snapped, unimpressed by his cocky demeanour. I hated this David Beckham lookalike. His chiselled jaw and clean shaven face were emphasised by the one hanging ceiling light that worked and I desperately wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. I smiled as my mind played out scenarios of me killing him, satisfaction sending my hairs on end and making them prick against my heavy leather jacket. I looked down at my biker boots, thinking of how nice it'd be to kick him in the face with them, molars landing feet away.

"You?" He burst out laughing. "A five foot teenager is the best he has? No wonder he's not doing too well." Every word he had was yet another piece of wood to the ever growing fire. Soon, this fire would get out of control and when that happened, I wouldn't be in control of my actions. He looked me up and down slowly, judgementally.

"Look, I'm not here to swap insults. Boss wants me to bring you in. Alive or dead, you're coming with me." Confidently, he shook his head at me. His Colgate smile flashed at me as he smoothed down his flannel shirt and jeans.

"Not if I kill you first." He smirked as he readied himself, getting into his fight stance as he pulled a knife from his belt. I smirked back, my dreams of fighting him finally coming true. Boss was going to love when I brought this cocky moron to him, head on a platter.