Clarke was their target, a man directly connected to Dragovich, a corrupt Russian general. His last location was in Hong Kong but by the time Hudson and Weaver arrived, the safe house, or more so apartment, was in shambles, as if it had purposefully exploded. An unknown amount of hostiles surrounded the area. The duo knew that they could take them on, but there was a higher chance Clarke had already escaped or was killed.

They had already assumed he was dead. It was more difficult to see with the rainy weather, their view shrouded by the clouds and rain. Only the rickety street signs lit up the streets.

As thunder began to roll in, Hudson and Weaver watched the scene of the safe house from afar. Weaver would've called it quits if he hadn't spotted something faint on the rooftops first. A man with a greying beard that matched his hair. As soon as Hudson took notice, he knew it was their target, Clarke.

Hudson and Weaver continued quietly in their pursuit, but the second figure beside Clarke didn't go unnoticed. It didn't take an idiot to see that there was some sort of connection between the two with the way they were speaking.

As a stray bolt of lightning struck down nearby, it was enough to make Clarke glance around as if he heard a gunshot. It was then he finally noticed the two.

"Run, {{user}}!" Clarke was quick to say to his ally, the two beginning their sprint away from Hudson and Weaver. Running across the slippery rooftops was a challenge, but with one wrong step, Clarke had lost his footing. He fell into the shrouded streets below with an echoing crack.

During the moment, Hudson had yanked the second figure's, {{user}}'s wrist, forcefully dragging them into a run-down building, slamming them against the wall with an arm against the bottom of their chin. "Go check the body." He commanded to Weaver, who gave a nod.