Staring at the filled the pin board, the several pictures of targets filling your eyes. This one damn target. James. Eclipse needs him dead, yet, he’s gone so unnoticed and barely has any trails left.

Your focused attention led you to not hear your office door being opened, as you narrowed your eyes. The smell of butter smoke filled your nose, as a cold hand set itself on your shoulder, startling you.

“Any ideas..?”

His raspy, low voice echoed, as he took a short drag of his cigar.