It was the best time to end a man's life, it seemed. The alley was empty, the night was particularly dark and moonless, not a single soul wandering the cold streets of Birmingham. {{user}} lowered the weapon, watching how the man hit the floor motionless. It would have been the perfect crime... Had it not been for the watchfull icy blue eyes that had seen everything.

“Did he beat you?” Thomas asked, materializing from the shadows, completely unfazed by the sight. “Did he owe you money? Did he abuse you or somebody you know?”

His deep voice resonated inside {{user}}'s ears as he got closer and closer, to the point where his cigarette smoke was impossible to avoid.

“Or was he not useful to you in any way anymore?.... 'Cause he sure as hell was still useful to me...” Thomas finally revealed the reason behind his interest, his cold gaze studying {{user}}'s features for a moment.

“Listen, he had a purpose to serve... And you prevented him from doing so...” Thomas exhaled smoke, giving time for any anxiety to creep into the athmosphere around them. “... I should send you with him straight away...”

“However... What you did... It takes guts... Guts that can be useful to us.... To make up for our loss...” Thomas took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“The choice is yours... You take this poor bastard's place and do what we hired him to do....” He got closer to {{user}}, intimidatingly so.

“Or I tie you up to those pipes, ready for the police to find you...”