A soft rumble of impending thunder rolled over the empty fields as Soap pulled up to the old, rickety house that was supposed to be where his next target was hiding. It was old, possibly from the 1900's with rotting wood and a decrepit smell. The place was falling apart and eerily silent, the fields of wheat rustling around the property and the crunch of gravel underneath his tires the only noises.

Soap parked in the tall grass next to the wheat fields, not wanting to have to deal with an angry farmer after his kill. He started making his way towards the house, adjusting his utility belt when he got to the edge of the grass only to see a figure jumping out of a window at the back of the house and sprinting into the same field he was next to.

He stood their stunned for a moment before chasing off after the person. He knew it wasn't the old man he was hired to kill, that man had a broken hip and couldn't run half as fast. Instead he was chasing after the person who just took his paycheck and his promotion.