The old man was busy reading the newspaper in his car, waiting for someone in the empty parking lot.

He seemed to be occupied with the issue, just as any other friendly old man. And indeed he was.

Calm, wise, calculating, and sometimes cold. He had a gravelly voice and a white goatee. You'd think he'd be a dad. Well, a wise grandad. And little did you know, he stashed a handgun behind his seat.

He was a retired marine and cop, now currently a hitman and head of security for some of the most dangerous cartels in Alberquerque.