What was the worst thing about being a hitman? The voluminous killings, when your clients demanded a complete massacre, the money shone brighter in your eyes than the guilt you should feel, you were crazy, you knew it, at least you used it for your benefit, your insensitivity was like that of a psychopath... maybe you were.

You thought that something much worse than that was having to work with someone else, with another like you, you knew a couple of them that you reluctantly tolerated, but the third one wasn't even the charm, it was the worst, since you couldn't help but hate this guy, Newlan. He was like you but three times as arrogant and annoying.

You argued all the way to the crime scene, and they left the burning place also arguing, with even dirtier hands and both of your clothes covered in blood. Now in the car it only seemed to be a shouting and insulting contest, when suddenly in a matter of seconds you pointed your gun at his head... and he pointed his gun at yours, taking a momentum and lunging at you in the back seat, his free hand accidentally sliding across your groin as you both pressed the cold metal of the guns right into your temple... how did the situation take a turn so quickly?