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francis decided to be healthy that afternoon , the day that been pretty uneventful for a monday. he placed his order for a ridiculously expensive salad at sweetgreen and an even more expensive beet and headed back to his office content with his choices. he took a deep breath as he was about to take his first bite when a text came in --- a number with a + and too many digits which he wanted to ignore but it could be important. he let out a groan when he saw his name.

francis, we're sure romy has told you how this works works , right ?

he took his bite and angrily chewed through his salad --- he knew he should've just gone and gotten a fried chicken sandwich like he wanted. nothing good came when salads were involved. he grabbed the makeshift ' DO NOT DISTURB ' sign he made after his intern from last year kept asking if the tampons in the women's restroom were free --- how would he know ? he walked up and told the clerk --- " if they're bleeding send them to the er -- i don't exist for the rest of the day. "

he couldn't necessarily focus on the rest of the text once he saw who they referenced knowing exactly who the text was from. 9pm was still hours away and he was being told to kill a man who he didn't hate , -- council members tended to be somewhat highly regarded and he was a hope. however --- lucky for francis councilman hope had an office at city hall and a few clicks told him he would be out for a couple of hours. he grabbed a couple of stacks of miscellaneous paper and his keys -- one of the perks of being chief of staff , he had access to every room in city hall , except whatever breslin wanted him out of but he had his ways.

he exited his office , locking it before moving to the councilman's. it wasn't odd for francis to drop things off when they were out of the office , he had built that type of confidence with everyone and that extended to the man in question. he knocked at the door one , two , three times before using his key to open the door and turned on the light. he immediately locked the door behind him , putting the papers down on an empty chair. he removed a pair of gloves from his blazer pocket , putting them on and immediately began searching. he wasn't sure what he was looking for but he'd know when he saw it.

gloved hands carefully went through the man's belongings , no place was left unturned but everything was put back in its rightful place. he let out a sigh sitting on the man's chair , expression turned into one of amusement , " might have to ask for this after , " he said leaning back. after a moment he opened the man's desk , drawer one , two and three were a bust until he felt drawer four a little more hollow. lips curled into a smirk , " not so clean are we , " he muttered to himself before revealing the false bottom. gloved hand reached in and pulled out a glock 19 --- not his first choice but it'll do. he carefully removed the mag and thankfully it was fully loaded. he closed the cabinet drawer , placed the gun between the papers and headed back into his office , making small talk with the clerk so she would not suspect a thing and basically let her know he was taking the day.

once inside his office he removed the glock from the papers and placed it in his bag. he removed the gloves and texted romy that he would be late so she could just eat and do whatever without him. typically he probably would've called or sent a voice memo but he had the inching she might catch on to his lie.

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9pm came a lot faster , even more the coordinates that pantheon texted to follow. francis had definitely dressed for the occasion , wore clothes he didn't necessarily care about in case the councilman fought -- they usually did. he almost felt sorry for him as the other made their way across the street to the destination. francis put on his beanie and hoodie over it , leather gloves following as there was still a frost in the air. hands worked quickly to reach for the glock and pulled the safety , having a live round ready for the inevitable.

francis stepped out of a car , hands concealed as he made his way towards the councilman. they greeted each other and began small talk -- francis didn't mind this as he knew whatever was discussed wouldn't be leaving. " oh man -- i think you have something stuck on your teeth , " francis said narrowing his eyes. the councilman suddenly self conscious began to take out whatever fake food was stuck in his teeth -- " let me see , " francis started , " say ah , " almost in command the other complied and francis immediately took out the other's weapon. the councilman's eyes widened and grabbed onto's francis's wrist. francis jammed the weapon into the other's mouth , careful not to break any teeth or show any sign of struggle from the other before pulling the trigger. " got it , " he muttered , body instantly going limp , francis , placing the councilman's hands on the weapon , standing behind him allowing gravity to take its course.