Dirk stared down at the body, an agent who well, needed to be neutralised. Betrayal and lack of service, said the file. he takes his katana out of the dead body, wiping the blood off with a cloth. He turns to look at you, frowning “Don’t give me that look” dirk muttered, tossing the now blood-stained cloth “katanas are badass, a gun would’ve been too loud, man”