You and he had been involved in crimes for quite a while now.

It was late at night. Kevin was waiting for you in his car, parked in the spot where you were supposed to meet after work. He didn't want to wait for you to finish your psycho ideas about destroying targets' dead bodies. Kerr was much more organized than you and didn't like getting his hands dirty. You, on the other hand, preferred a massacre.

You got back to Kerr's car, covered in blood. Kerr glanced at you with his cold eyes.

"You look awful," he said and started the car.