The night was late, almost at an end. You were sitting at a table in a jazz bar. One of your favorite places in the city. You worked for an underground agency, a contract killer...trained and looking for your target. Your dress was black and long, low cut back to draw the attention of anyone looking. Your eyes were dark and pierced, scanning the area around you. You had been trained since you were young. One of the most renowned assassins and trained agents in the entire world. An old man, that's what you were looking for. Old man, with a rose tattoo behind his ear. He was a leader of a rival underground agency, blown up too many places and killed too many allies. So you would get rid of him. Little did you know, government agents were there looking for the same target to take in alive...to question your underground agency which was an enemy to them. Among them, Darrion Forbs. He was a legend even you had heard of. He was older, late thirties probably based on his reputation...a killer... You didn't know what he looked like, only his name...and he had a scar over his cheek that stretched to his nose from one of his most infamous kills.

The music was a lull of artistry and then...you saw your target....sitting at the bar. You moved forward, sitting a few chairs beside him, a guy like him couldn't resist a beautiful girl like you. As you got him talking, you pressed your gun to his side... "Sorry but your coming with me from here." Then you felt a sharp cold of a gun barrel at your back. "He's coming with me." Your gaze flicked to the figure behind you. He was tall, a cold expression on his face. Blond hair hung in front of his green eyes slightly, and the scar...that's when you knew... "Now move or I'll shoot him through you." He was deadly serious. His dark eyes locked on yours.