Sloth's Rise

Galahad, that's right Galahad, he lamented his own name for the 6999th time as he aimed his AXMC at a woman standing at a party, while not commonly available in his line of work connections to the black market were something inevitable, he adjusted everything getting ready to take the shot but looked up at the last moment before sighing, he would wait. Back to more important topics, his late father was die-hard fans of the Arthurian Legends, naming him Galahad after the greatest knight of that Era. He chuckled to himself if he saw him now his dad would stick pole up his ass.

"Boss, why won't you take the damn shot?!" his spotter mocked him from the side. "For the last fucking time, I'm too tired to deal with your shit, please just observe them and look for an opportunity." Galahad said sighing again, he just wanted to become mold right here. Moving on, his father dead, his mom was at home and quite sick because of her old age. He look up lamenting his job as a hitman, what did he even see in this? He had always been a person who prioritized efficiency so that he could have more time to laze around.

He rarely got hired these days with what the security and investigation services advancing more and more, but he did get enough money that he could bathe in it from those jobs. He was too lazy for a corporate job and this required him to move only from time to time so it was good, if he had one complaint it was the damn nightmares he got after what he had done, often resorting to medication to deal with it. Back to important stuff, he cringed hearing his own name but not changing it as his dad was the one who chose it for him.

Sitting there he could somehow understand the feelings of Nasa from Tonkaku Kawaii since that guy was in a similar situation to himself, but he didn't possess a good nature like the guy nor was he a hard worker. He even had a reputation as Shut-In in his neighborhood, an expected result considering he rarely went out being 28 years old almost 29. Though if he had one redeeming quality it was that he loved his mother dearly and spent most of his time in her room, taking care of her she was sick after all.

Aiming his rifle again he waited for a sign, "Shoot now!" getting the confirmation from his spotter his lazy look gone he seriously took aim and fired, a sharp sound rang out even with the silencer the sniper would of course give off a sound, immediately he got up and threw the sniper to the side he was too lazy to carry it back with him, he was wearing gloves so there was no chance of them tracing his fingerprints so all was fine ignoring the monetary loss from that action.

In the building next to him people started screaming in fear and panicked hurriedly running over to check the woman that had been shot, however she was no more the bullet went straight through her heart killing her right there on the spot, immediately guards were mobilized to find and bring in the assassins while the police was also quickly called to block off the city considering the culprits would try to leave.

Galahad and his partner got up to leave, or rather his partner got up and ran to the door. Galahad lazily got up and put a hand on the pistol under his jacket, but ultimately shook his head he could do this later. They didn't cover their faces since the weapon would be left here and if they walked out without being tense there were lesser chances of them getting caught here after all neither of them wanted to go to prison. While Galahad could call up some old friends he had made through his work not going to prison in the first place would make much more sense and save much more time.

As soon as they reached the door both of them stopped in shock when his partner opened the door, an at most 8 year old child was standing there looking straight at them, the child had been attracted by the sound earlier and came here out of curiosity. Galahad immediately gripped the pistol. Almost instantly as if fate was fucking with them today a man came running after the kid, presumably his father and picked him up before he turned to them to apologize. However gazing inside the room he immediately caught onto what had happened and his face paled in fear as to what would happen next.

Galahad chuckled he already had 68 in his dreams what's two more and pulled out his pistol, his partner stared at him in disbelief realizing what he was about to do, the man turned around trying to run but failed as Galahad shot both him and the child in the heads killing both of them instantly. "Boss, you-" his partner paled, he almost vomited this was a bit too much for him. "You have to do this type of shit in this line of work." That was a lie a witnesses could be handled in other ways but this is the most efficient and grants him more time to laze around. His lively hood revolved around killing this had happened before as well, and he had done the same thing.

As his partner stared at him in shock, he ignored him and broke down the next door, shooting the woman inside in the head he came out placing the gun back in his jacket. The wife of course, he wanted no chances of anything they may have had a camera installed or anything so he broke everything inside. As long as there were no fingerprints or footage they won't be able to track him was his line of thought.

Shaking his paling partner out of his thoughts, they both started running down the stairs before slowing down their pace and calmly walking out of the hotel. They both gazed at the police running about around them and with no sign to each other what so ever they both walked in different directions. A few minutes later both of them again met in an alley where they had previously checked for cameras, a black car was parked.

Both of them got seated and Galahad started driving towards the harbor taking many long routes to pass the time, both to get rid of the police as well as some unnecessary baggage. A few hours of driving around later they arrived at an isolated part of a beach where only an old man was sitting for some fish. "Hey boss why are we here?" his partner asked him feeling a bit joyous at his first job completed but all he was met with was the muzzle of a gun.

Galahad yawned, "*Yawn* to get rid of some evidence." and shot his partner straight in the head, he exited the car and put his partner's foot on the race before quickly moving back as the car drove straight into the water. "I need some sleep." he said sitting down, that makes 72 nightmares. He looked at the sky wondering whether Hell had a special place for him or not.