The blonde was sat alone at a bar. It was near closing, so the silence in the room was evident, save for the softly playing music of whatever top 50 hits playlist was on. Grey eyes stared down at the gin he swirled in its glass, watching it whirlpool into the middle. His silence and unwinding after a long day of government-requested murders was brought to a halt though, as one person entered the bar. He didn’t look over, though, just staring down at his drink.