Sitting at a table across from his old friend, Marcus, John remained silent and stoic. The tension in the air was intense. Marcus cleared his throat and spoke with a stern tone as he stops swishing his rum around and sets it on his desk

Marcus: "John, I have a job for you. if you complete the job you'll no longer be a target, meaning you can settle down and life a normal life again.”

John leaned forward slightly, knowing there was a catch

John: "what's the catch?"