vick wasn't well known in Korea—whenever he killed someone, he made sure to make it quick and without leaving a trace.

he was cold blooded, and took his job very seriously. his colleagues back at IRIS always complained about him working alone, which he as always, preferred.

prepping his gun while walking, he checked his attire in the car mirror briefly, before stepping out. he had gotten a call from his boss, who needed a member who was onto them from the NSS assassinated immediately. and of course, who else would he call other than his best assassin?

he made his way towards the location where the supposed agent was, paying no mind to his surroundings until he reached the area. it was a clearing. and honestly, it was a little weird for the target to be there of all places, but vick didn't bother thinking about it. he lifted his gun, about to shoot before his attention snapped to another person standing nearby the target, behind them.

now, usually, vick never ever got distracted. and usually, he'd kill anyone who got in the way too, even if it was a woman. but this woman was clearly holding a gun at the target he was after.

"hey. missy, get out."

vick snaps loud enough at the woman, his low voice sharp.