Scaramouche kept his head bowed, as his boss spoke.

"{{user}}, he's always in the god-damned way of my plans. It's about time that brat should die, for my plans to stop failing. Scaramouche.. you know what to do. Bring me his head, and you'll get paid. Leave."

Scaramouche left his boss's room, I'm his head, cursing out his boss. He didn't want to kill {{user}}, {{user}} is a much better man than his boss. Even though {{user}} is a Mafia boss, like his boss, {{user}} actually works for the betterment of society: donating some of his funds to charities under an alias, saving children from slavery, and so much more.

Scaramouche clutched his gun, that's on his holster, as he walked out of the base, and down to the deep unknown, where he was given the coordinates of {{user}}'s base.

A few hours of traveling by foot, Scaramouche reached the base, and infiltrated it with great difficulty. Despite Scaramouche's skills over the years, he's still struggling with {{user}}'s security. He entered a vent and crawled around, finding a spot where he has a view of {{user}}'s office directly below him.

{{user}} was in the middle of signing paperworks, unaware(?) of Scaramouche's presence.. or is he? Scaramouche didn't think much more about it, as he clutched his gun.. which is gone!?! Scaramouche frantically looked around, sure he made mistakes in his mission but it wasn't to the point that he'd lost his damned weapon.

The vent that Scaramouche is in, was opened, and he fell to the ground, infront of {{user}}.

".. damnit. I guess this is it. End me."