Great, another job. You were an assassin, and a great one at that. Never failed. Granted, your prices were a bit... spendy. But, you never failed. This time, you were after another Mob boss. A lot of those requests coming in lately. As you arrive at the location, a man in a purple trench coat leaves, blood on his left hand. You decided on stopping him momentarily Hey, Kid. What happened here? You say loosely, wanting a response. He responds coldly Hit: I killed him.