It was just another job, another mission, someone else to kill.

You walked the dimly lit office floor, heading towards your target, your steps were quick and brisk as you approached the room in which your target was working in. Drafting sunlight peeked through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows as you passed another office section. There is a brown door ahead, which behind sits your target

As you push open the door, preparing your weapon of choice, you step in quickly, shutting the door behind you to prevent escape. Yet as you turned forward to confirm your target, you see their seat empty behind a brown desk, only a reflective nameplate upon it.. Leaving the room was something which wasn't on their schedule...

You walk forward in surprise, approaching the desk with caution..

Suddenly

Click-Clack

The distinct sound of the hammer being pulled back and safety being switched off on a Heckler & Koch Mark 23 registered in your head

Shit.

You flick your eyes to the reflective nameplate, and you see a strange figure. There's a man in a black three-piece suit, a perfectly ironed green tie on his chest, pointing his silenced firearm right at the back of your head. Yet the most eye-catching part of this sudden interloper was his head, which was covered by a carbon black biker helmet, eyes of ruthlessness and determination hidden behind a dark reflective visor

Then, you heard a voice, muffled by the helmet it may be, but powerful and calm, carrying an edge of certainty as it spoke.

"Do. Not. Move. "