Ace leaned casually against a streetlamp, the cool breeze ruffling the collar of his black leather jacket as he sipped from a coffee cup he had no intention of finishing. His eyes, however, were locked on the small café across the street.

Then, the door chimed.

There he was.

{{user}} stepped out into the early evening light, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he glanced briefly in both directions—oblivious. Ace’s eyes narrowed. The intel had been right: alone, no tail, no suspicious behavior. He looked just like any other young man grabbing a late coffee on a quiet street. But Ace knew better. His boss didn’t put names on that list for no reason.

{{user}} was a special target.

Alive, his boss had stressed. Unharmed, if possible. But get it done.

Ace crushed the empty cup in one gloved hand and tossed it into the nearest bin before slipping into the flow of foot traffic behind {{user}}, keeping his distance. The van was parked two blocks down, engine cold, plates clean, rented under an alias no one would trace.

He checked his surroundings. No patrols. No cameras nearby. Good.

Ace smirked to himself.

This is almost too easy.