Awkward Meeting DESTINIES INTERTWINEDHOW THEY MET GOES HERE! WITH EXTRA STALKING INCLUDED!- ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ -
Ashton hated airports.
There were too many people going in too many directions to properly find a person after you took off of them for a moment. Luckily Ashton knew exactly where his prey was going, the man was a bit of a wimp and a whole lot of stupid.
The blond made his way through the open area by following the glares and whispers about a person screaming a running too fast for such a crowded place. Ashton grinned, that was his man.
Ah.
There he was. Trying to buy a ticket – Ashton glanced at the airline – Bangladesh? Didn’t they have to lock down the whole country? Just like all the rest of the smaller countries around the world which are plagued by deaths and murders.
The lady behind the counter was trying to tell him he couldn’t have a ticket and he needed to get at the back of the line, so she could help other customers.
When the man kept trying to talk to her she started to call the security. Ashton needed to get him before he got locked up, then it would have to get messy and Ashton didn’t want to get put on the front page again. His father always gave him angry phone calls when that kind of thing happened.
“Harrison!” Ashton put on a big grin and winked as he walked up the counter where the two were still arguing. She blushed just like he knew she would and gave him a small stressed smile. “What are you doing here buddy?” Ashton wrapped his arm around the man’s shoulders. He froze instantly and looked terrified; Ashton had to resist the urge to snarl at him. But he concentrated on the ticket lady. She had yet to call off the guards and he needed to get them somewhere quite where he could talk to him without any interruptions.
“I am so sorry about my friend here.” Ashton gripped the man’s shoulders tightly. He knew better then to make a scene, but he was still trying to wiggle away from Ashton’s iron grip. “It is his wedding day tomorrow!” The ticket lady relaxed and laughed. They had people running to the airport all the time with cold feet.
“He is getting really cold feet, his new wife is one piece of work.” The laugh Ashton let out got the people around them who were staring to let out a laugh along, smile or even roll their eyes. Harrison was sweating, he knew he was well caught with no way out.
Ashton would feel bad, but then again, the man shouldn’t have tried to steal millions from his father. A Korean accountant, no matter how good they think they are, has nothing on the men that his dad has fortune and those he loves.
Ashton joked a little with the ticket lady and the group of people until they could leave the airport without a second glance or thought. They would be just two men going to a wedding.
Harrison didn’t try to escape again.
The blond walked them arm and arm around the air port until he found a men’s room, quite far away from the crowds of people waiting to board. Ashton didn’t know how much Harrison would scream, so he needed a place where he could really pay him back for making him run through an airport.
Ashton
hates airports.
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“-I promise that I-” The one thing that Ashton hated about being the one to take out the trash in the Underground is that he has to deal with the begging and the bribing and the empty promises. He could really do without that. Ashton really envied the assassins and sharpshooters. They only had to worry about blending in, aiming, and then getting the ******** out.
Ashton had to track his target, sweet talk/beat/kill them before they can say anything dangerous, possibly
hide the body or leave it to the wolves and reporters to find. Thought now most of his mess ups have been blamed on all the other murders that have been happening around the place.
Not that they would ever find Ashton, ever, he has too many places to hide and too many people watching his back for something to go wrong.
The man, Harrison, was still babbling as Ashton dragged him into the small bathroom. It only had three stalls and one sink. Perfect for what he had planned for this guy. There were many other cleaner, nicer bathrooms that everyone would use.
He gripped the blathering mans collar and shoved him against the wall by the sinks. That got him to shut up for a moment. Ashton had a headache the size of the Tokyo tower and this man’s groveling wasn’t helping it one bit, not to mention that his English was kinda broken, so it grated on his nerve more the normal.
But the silence only lasted as long as it took Ashton to rub his aching forhead then the man started talking again. This time in Korean, or something that wasn’t Chinese or Japanese. Ashton could survive in either of those places.
“Shut. Up.” Ashton was always told that half is the fear people had of him wasn’t really his body structure, he really did look like a musician that would most likely be seen on a huge stage behind a piano or playing the violin then roughing people up in airport bathrooms. And it wasn’t really his name that scared people either, Greensboro was his mother’s name, he didn’t take his father’s because of that reason. He might do the dirty work, but he kinda liked having a somewhat normal life in between calls.
His eyes are what people usually freak out about. His father has clear blue eyes, that can cut like ice or can be as soft as spring water. His late mother, he is told, had bright emerald eyes that could even shine when she was stomping someone’s skull in.
Ashton’s eyes were a steal gray, something that seemed to make people back up or look away when he met their eyes. It was something that he used to his advantage, shutting up this man wasn’t helping the pounding in his head.
He might just kill this guy, he father didn’t need and squealers, and this guy babbled at the first sign of pain. Pathetic.
Glaring and getting his jaw to unclench was a problem, so he leaned into the sweating and shaking man and went to whisper in his ear, because he didn’t want to talk to loud. He never who was listening and he really wanted to say some vile things, if only to see how much more this man could make himself more of a fool.
But the quick opening of the door as it slammed into the wall and the boy who tumbled to the floor made Ashton jump away and take a stance. He didn’t bring anything with him and he didn’t think that his guy would have back up.
“I-I am so sorry!” The slight accent on the Japanese made Ashton tense and glare at him, but the kid was already dusting himself off and backing out of the door giving a wild look to his sneakers.
“I didn’t see anything I promise! Carry on!” His voice cracked at the end and the door slammed shut a moment later.
Ashton blinked.
And then started to laugh.
Harrison, gave Ashton a weird look and then started to chuckle himself, obviously unsure about what was happening.
“We’re done here.” Ashton grinned. Harrison deflated, thinking that he was going to be let go. But Ashton decided that he was going to kill him, he had a rouge passenger to find after all.
Quickly Ashton grabbed the man’s neck and twisted the sound of the spine dislocating made him flinch, but he dropped the man and kicked him into one of the stalls.
They would find him later, but the room was so disgusting that they wouldn’t find anything to track him.
After the man was in the position that he wanted, Ashton calmly went to wash his hands at the sink, making sure not to touch the knobs with his hands, just his wrist or elbow. He wanted all the gross germs off of him. Sweat was disgusting; especially from someone he didn’t in the first place.
After leaving the bathroom Ashton headed straight for the exit, smiling at the people who waved or gave him a nod.
He needed to get in touch with his contacts and find out about a redhead that just got into Japan, with blue eyes and a sketch book.
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