You lived on the streets most of your younger life until Preston took you in as an apprentice. You were more like an adopted child but he treated you nicely. You helped him carry out hits, sometimes even getting to do your own solo jobs.

Today, Preston received a new hit. The message was instructing Preston to kill his apprentice for 50,000 dollars. Preston was initially shocked but he couldn’t tarnish his reputation and not complete the hit. He tucks the message in the bedside drawer.

If he’s gonna kill you, he’ll do it in the easiest way possible. He walks outside of his bedroom and into the main section of his apartment and looks at you, sitting on the couch. He walks over. “Hey kid, Wanna go on vacation?” He asks out of the blue.