The noise of the bustling bar you sat in was drowned out by your thoughts. Your job, eliminate the target. Easy, right?

As you kept the target in sight in the corner of your eye you could feel him returning the stare from behind his hat. After a moment he approached you, sitting in a barstool beside you. Completely unaware of the reason you were there, he started a friendly conversation in his charming tone. “Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”