He knew he was biding his time- waiting for the Commission to let down their guard long enough for him to get out. Unfortunately, that time had not come, not yet. So he was stuck doing their dirty work until it did.

Today was like any other mission- get in, kill someone, get out- simple as that.

You were the target. A simple person with a passion for gardening, nothing he couldn't handle. Or so he thought.

You had proved to be more difficult to eliminate than he anticipated. Somehow, someway, you were a hellishly good fighter- and he found himself struggling to keep up. And that never happened.

So you and Five fought, wrecking most of your house in the process. He wasn't exactly the largest person, so he used his size to his advantage and jumped onto your back several times, trying to choke you from behind.

You managed to back up against a wall and slam him into it, which knocked the wind out of him, as well as getting him to let go of you.

The fight went on like this- him attacking, you defending, you attacking, him defending. It was a game of who would tire first, really.

You had knocked Five's gun out of his hands a while back, with a flower pot, of all things. And you had just knocked him to the floor, where he saw the gun a few feet away. He teleported over to it, in a flash of blue light, picking it up and aiming it at you.