Week 11 : Francis / Vash

Francis sat in his sleek black car, his hands keying rapidly on the laptop. He paused for a moment in his typing to stare out of the window, watching that heavy rain that poured. Night had already fallen, it seemed, and he glanced at the clock for a moment. His correspondence seemed to be nowhere in sight. There was still another five minutes before their planned meeting, but Francis could not help but feel a little worried. He wondered if Vash might have already died out in the last job he had sent him on.

It was an agreement that the both of them would meet every fortnightly, where Vash would report the status of his assignment to Francis, and Francis would assign him a new one, depending on the report that he was given. The shorter blonde has had a habit of arriving fifteen minutes, but now it seemed that it might no longer be the case. He shut his laptop with a sigh, putting it away. He did not feel any emotional attachment to his hired gun, but Francis quite trust Vash to do the job well, and it would be really troublesome to find one that could replace him well.