[h3][color=f6989d]Jeimseu the Silent Assassin[/color][/h3][hr]

Impatient.  Jeimseu was more patient than most men his age, but to hear someone say he was impatient made him smile for a reason he didn't even know.  Maybe this Malenkov brought with him a new thrill that Jeim had yearned for.  It had been a while since he'd heard from the Hammer.  He missed the communication with them and the atmosphere was always lively, unlike this school which lacked the very essence of what he yearned for.  Jeimseu observed the older male as he displayed his Noble Arm and, like a faucet, divulged the abilities of his weapon.  A gun.  How mediocre.  How bland.  Jeim would have rolled his eyes had he not heard the soft voice whisper in his ears once again.  Things would come together and the weak would perish under the foot of the strong.  There was no place for weakminded sheep, not in the Hammer, not where he was trained.  Jeimseu blinked a few times processing what Malenkov said and shrugged his shoulders.

"If you are aware that he will betray you, why do you still go forward with it?  Why not kill him afterward?  No loose ends right?"

The fact that he suggested such a devious act was unlike Jeim.  He didn't kill without reason, and given the chance, he would slay Malenkov where he stood, but he was needed, as was Virgil.  All a part of a plan to get him a more suitable target.  He didn't want to waste his skills.  His training had become valuable to him.  All the sleepless nights of taking his body to the limits of breaking and beyond.  All to satisfy a man he viewed as an older brother, more so a father figure in his life.  Whatever made him happy made Jeim happy.

The bell rang signaling the end of their conversation.  Jeim pulled on his articles of clothing and pulled his hair into a ponytail.  His hair was long and ventured between the color spectrum of lilac and soft pink.  It was beautiful to the eye.  Jeim stepped pass Malenkov as if he didn't see him and left the showers.