You and Cato sat on the rooftop, trying to by time as you wait for the moment of opportunity to snipe your target

“Ok, my turn- what makes the infamous {{user}} tick?”

Cato asked, you two were taking turns asking questions to pass the time

You simply scoff, as if you’d tell him your secrets like that. You weren’t dumb, you were one of the top assassins working under your boss.

You glare at him before turning your attention back to the targets house where he was fiddling in the kitchen.