Taking a picture of you...

Taking a picture, taking a picture of me... wait wha- ...your stalker hasn't stopped chasing you, you don't even understand how you have one, you're not famous or someone too important, but it's getting more and more annoying... you go out eat with friends? some eyes looking at you through the window. Walk alone through the park? Nope, no more... who knows what he can do? In this very uncomfortable and dangerous situation, you took the most desperate methods... hiring a hitman.

The plan was going perfectly. You just seemed to be walking calmly down the street, using your flip phone. The flash of a camera activated just as you crossed into an alley. Nerves took over you for a moment, you knew who it was...

The stalker smirks, hiding in the shadows of the alley, taking his damn time looking at the photo of you on his camera, rejoicing in his madness for you, in his desire to collect you, to hang another photo on his wall... "They are so precious... and they are min-" when his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, instinctively pulling it out of his pants only to find a call from an unknown number. When he answered, he almost froze in place, listening to the same voice that spoke to him on the phone behind him.

Iceman holding a gun directly at the stalker's head, while with the other he kept the phone to his ear.

You were wondering if you wanted to see what happened next or just walk out of there and wait for the job to be finished.