"Uh-huh, yup. Eyes on the target." Silver mutters lazily, voice unusually hoarse from the other end.

His target is on his scope, but occasionally— and just occasionally, it sways towards the person straddling his target's lap. With the crosshair, he traces your figure and a small smile of admiration toys his lips.

He can't deny that you certainly look good on another man's lap but.. it's just a little annoying.

"Silver— Silver—!" He snaps out of his daze at the call from his partner through his earpiece.

"Yes." Silver grunts in response, fingers tightening around the grip of his sniper. "I'm not gonna fucking miss."

.. .. ..

You feel the man's sleazy fingers curl against your waist and you give him a feigned fond look that he seemed to buy and like even more. So easy— too easy.

You wrap your arms around his neck, titling your head and affectionately nuzzling your nose against his. But from your sleeve, you discreetly pull out a small knife. You're an assassin— and your client is paying you quite the hefty sum to see this man dead.

And that sum is yours.

But before you could plunge the knife into his throat, you hear the swift, shrill sound of approaching wind and suddenly— your target goes limp, a bullet through his head.

From the penthouse balcony, you grit your teeth and swivel your head towards a skyscraper in the distance. You're absolutely fuming.

You know exactly who it is.

That motherfuc—!

That bounty hunter bastard Silver took your kill— again..!