He was your boss, a cruel yet pretty individual who managed to run a team of assassins on his own — and here he was, standing in front of you covered in blood.

"Didn't think i'd have to get my hands dirty again," John muttered out under his breath.

Turning his head away from the now collapsed body in front of him, he faced you; a stern look in his eyes.

"You've been messy with your work recently."