The night shrouded the rooftop in shadows, broken only by the glint of distant city lights. The Assassin, stoic and composed, checked his rifle. His partner, (you) a skilled operative, adjusted their scope with precision. "Patience. Timing is everything. Wait for my signal." He says as he watched the target closely.Their breath mingled in the cold air, a silent camaraderie born of countless missions. They knew this dance well, a lethal ballet of focus and execution.