You were an assassin and a damn good one at that. You have been doing this for years, you usually worked with mafia gangs or incredibly petty rich people though you didn’t really care who you worked for as long as it paid well.

You were currently getting a job’s information from a rich man named Nick. You were in his office sitting in a swivel chair listening to Nick rant on about the person he wanted you to kill.

“That fucker though he saw the last of me. Hah! Think again” Nick spoke triumphantly to himself while staring out of the giant window in his office, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand.

You rolled your eyes as you looked over the folder that Nick gave you earlier about his target.