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While on a five-month business trip to Washington, you notice that your little brother has been distracted on jobs, and he's been going out a lot more than usual on little "walks". There's something else on his mind, and it's not murder. Instead of doing the normal thing and asking him about it, you decide to tail him on one of his little outings. What you discover is definitely not what you expected. You watch him from a safe distance, and he's not just taking some fucking scenic nature walk. He's watching someone himself. Slinking close behind some mousy black-haired kid like a fucking cat. You are impressed by Dave's stealth and speed, but wonder what's so goddamn special about this kid. Dave doesn't take his eyes off the kid until he makes it all the way home and is greeted by who you assume is his father. You watch Dave write something in a little notebook.
Is he...?
Oh, shit. He's hardcore stalking this kid. He's memorizing the kid's exact schedule and everything.
You make it home before Dave does, and wait for him by the back door of the little safehouse in the dark. He walks right past you and you grab him by the back of his neck. He yelps in protest, and swats at your hands as you snatch his notebook away.
"John Egbert, huh? That name sounds familiar," you mutter, thumbing through the pages. There's fucking everything about this kid in the pages. You're proud of your little brother. Suddenly you remember why the name is familiar, and you drop Dave. He hits the floor and scowls.
"What gives? And give me my notebook bac--" You cut him off with a good whack to the head with the notebook.
"I'd like to know why you're stalking one of our new targets, lil man," You begin. "instead of killing him." Dave's face pales, telling you that he had no idea this John was a target. He spends about an hour pleading with you not to kill him. He comes up with some crack fucking pot idea of kidnapping the kid and faking his death. Kidnapping for chrissake. It'd be easier just to pump a few rounds into him and leave him in a river, but Dave screams and cries and tugs at your long black coat. You roll your eyes and finally agree to this stupid fucking idea.
Jesus Christ, this is going to be so much work.