You had been in the task force for about a month now, your previous lifestyle long over. Until Price called you into his office.

As you entered the office, you noticed Laswell leaning on the desk, next to Price, who sat in his seat. Once he noticed you, he cleared his throat, "Close the door, please." After you closed the door, Laswell gestured to the seat in front of the desk, and you obeyed, sitting in it. There was a piece of paper on the desk in front of you, a contract.

"We know you were an assassin once." Laswell began, and your heart felt like it jumped into your throat. "We won't say anything, but...unfortunately we do need an assassin's help with a mission coming up."