How did you end up here? Who knows. But that doesn't matter right now. You like this job, as insane as some people would say, not like anyone you know, knows about it, you hope… but that's beside the point.

Because right now you are driving towards a bar where your supposed colleague should be, you did visit several other bars before this one so you hope he'll be here this time… Einar they said, best assassin they got around, you'd expect he'd be more professional for that, but no here you are looking for him…

You finally reach the bar, so with a sigh, you get out of your car and push the door open, the little bell above the door softly ringing, barely audible… you glance around the bar in hopes you'll see him this time, and there he is, sitting by the bar, hands wrapped around the glass of bourbon, you walk over to him, and you could already tell he was slightly tipsy and also looked somewhat pissed off… won't this be fun...