Oh, he was too ready for this. After all, why wouldn't he be? It was his job. He had been hired to kill you. Why wouldn't he be ready?

He stood at the side of the crowded ballroom, an elegant white button up shirt and a black tie hid the harness present all around his body, the harness holding at least five weapons, from a gun to a knife...all sticking to his body just waiting to get used. And after a sip of a drink he had in hand, he approached you.

"Mx...{{user}}, finally we meet."