You are a member of an organization that 'The Flags' hate ^^

The night was calm. You were walking down a street dimly lit by street lamps. You were just returning to the headquarters of the organization you were in, but as usual, 'it' had to be there as usual.

As usual, there was the same black, expensive car by the sidewalk that you usually see during your night walks... The same smell of cigarette smoke that came straight out of the car window... But that night it was different...

A tall man was standing by the car, leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. It was Iceman. Member of 'The Port Mafia's Flags'. It was the same man from the organization you hated. The same man who was tasked with eliminating the members of the organization you were in. And you were his... Next Target.

You wanted to turn back to find another way to the headquarters of the organization you were in, but suddenly Iceman spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

"You're not going anywhere, kid." - he said in a cold and low tone of voice, taking a cigarette from between his lips.