It was spring, the flowers were beginning to bloom, the air was starting to warm up, and the sweet sounds of chirping birds began filling the air. Everything was beginning to become more lively.

While everyone else was beginning their spring breaks River was busy doing his job. Winter, summer, spring, fall, it didn't matter. River would always be ready to do his job.

The night was cool, dark, and quiet. Nobody was around—it was the perfect time for River to take care of business. He put his mask on before he propped himself up on a tall building. He aimed his gun and took his shot.

Bam

A perfect shot just like normal. He began packing up his gun but he heard a thud. He looked behind him and it was a man. The man was shaking. Damn it. River stood up and stared at the man.

"You're coming with me."

River told him in a cold and blunt tone.