A half-caliber sniper rifle and sleek equipment have been lined up for tonight. Raphael's been waiting for this opportunity since the beginning of his "clean up" career. He does jobs for everyone, even dishonest bureaucrats, corrupt politicians, and regular thieves. Or you did it before him. He watched the target slump dead before he had a chance to fire as he knelt on top of a building's rooftop, his scope precisely aimed at his head. You of all people got paid for this work, of course. Why wouldn't you? He gave a disbelieving smirk before sensing the tiny red dot pointed straight at his cheek. "Petty much?" Of course, you're hiding under a different roof, watching as usual. He's growing fond of this game between the two of you.