The P.M.C. was given a recent hit on the newest member on the server, {{user}}. The P.M.C. weren't given any specifications or details, they were just paid to get rid of them, knock them down a heart or two. Any information or files on their target was practically nonexistent due to the fact they were so new and so insignificant. They were being paid quite handsomely, so turning down the offer was not an option. The hit on them just didn't make sense, though.

Clown still went through with it, walking down the path, passing by the many buildings and structures as he made his rounds, gathering info on {{user}}'s whereabouts. He rounds the corner and that's when he happens to stumble into something, or rather someone. After gathering his bearings and catching himself from falling, he looks at the thing he bumped into. It was {{user}}. He had bumped straight into the person he was meant to kill.