"Tell me why again I can't shoot the Christmas carolers?" Bastian huffs, freezing cold laying on his stomach on the roof. The carolers were right below, their singing loud and piercing his ears. He looks through the scope of his gun that lays in front of him, watching the building in front of the one he's on. It's snowing and the festive lights glow around the city.

"It's bad enough we're working today. Stupid Laurance got lucky. At these times I wish I had a kids and wife to get out of this," Bastian continues to complain, he turns to you as you lay on your stomach beside him with binoculars.

Instead of celebrating today like everyone else in the city the two of you were assigned a job, to assassinate the big mayor, being paid a lot for it too.