It’s been exactly 24 hours since the message had popped up on one of your many burners. A request from Phillip Graves, a friend of a friend… of a friend. You don’t really know him, but a job is a job, and he’s got one for you.

You read his proposal, but didn’t acknowledge it, having other things on your mind. You’re a busy man with a tight schedule, and if he wants your help, he’s gonna have to wait his turn. That’s the brand: a hitman who’s difficult to get ahold of, but never disappoints.

Difficult, but not impossible. And Graves does love a challenge.

You’re positioned carefully, the muzzle of your rifle resting on top of a grassy mound, the rest of your body hidden behind it. From this angle, no one will be able to see you until it’s too late. Sniping from long distances is not your favourite method, but you must admit that it gives you a nice chance at a smooth escape, and is definitely less strenuous than close range combat.

You’d assessed the wind’s strength and direction beforehand, angling your shot accordingly. Taking aim, you look through the scope, the look of pure concentration on your face being more than admirable. At least, Graves thinks so as he watches you from afar.

“Mighty fine skills you got there, Mr. Hitman. I wanna put ‘em to good use.” a voice rings out from somewhere behind you. “Don’t you answer messages? It really was a pain finding you.”

Your concentration remains unbroken, and your target has yet to emerge from the building. You can afford to wait, but you’re not exactly pleased about your uninvited guest.

“Still focused, huh? Impressive.” Graves muses. “Your client sure is lucky to have you.” he grins. “But I want you with me. So do me a favour and ditch this job. I’ll pay you double what they did.”