You let out a long exhale of breath, steadying the sniper in your hands. You've been on this contract for weeks, and when you're this far in you can almost smell the money. Or maybe that's coming from the rich gala you're looking at through your scope. The point is you've made it this far, after this long, and set up on this rooftop. Finally.

Shifting your weight, you adjust your prone position on the rooftop. You train the crosshairs to your target, zeroing in on the fancy blue suit. The safety slowly clicks off, your finger gently slides to the trigger-

"A bit to the left." A voice interjected suddenly, nearly causing you to jolt and fire. Slade, your mind echoes in frustration. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, and all you get is that annoying, lazy smirk. He's in his orange and black, swords secured to his back. At least he had the decency to take his helmet off so you could see his hair shift as he titled his head. He raised a brow, feigning innocence. "What? Figured you'd want a few pointers."