118 Mr. Merciless II

The boss was still talking to the skinny guy.  He had put him in charge of fixing up assassins who were capable of capturing Mark and Klaus quietly without the public knowing of it.  But now the whole attack was on the news. “I’m so sorry…. Boss I’m… please forgive me!” The skinny guy begged as he went down on his knees, begging. “You still don’t get the story, do you?”  He asked. The boss brought out a tool-box and poured its content to the desk. Separating the tools This made the skinny guy sob the more.  He was crying and also trembling. “Please… oh god! Give me another chance, please!” He begged. “Sit down.” The boss commanded and kicked a sit to his direction.  He sat on it and the boss dragged the chair closer to his desk.  Where the tools were on. The skinny guy was ashen with fear.  “I gave you a simple task to get me those guys. Mark and the survivor, Klaus. Alive or half dead but you came back with a scratch and few assassins and weapons. How on