The frown deepened and the gun didn't move. Jason steadily held the intense gaze that seemed to try to take him apart, assess if he had said the truth. There was confusion, incomprehension, anger even, that passed through the green eyes, the dark expression never leaving the pale face.
“I am hunted, now.” the assassin stated. “The people who want me dead work with the people who want you dead.”
Jason frowned. “What are you trying to say?”
“We have the same interests. We work together until the threat is eliminated, then we can go separate ways without anybody ordering our deaths.” The man sounded sincere, if guarded. He lowered his gun, but didn't set the safety. His posture was seemingly relaxed, but Jason could see the ready alert underneath the fake casualness.