It was officially 1927, New Year's Day. You were an assassin, hired by a mafia group to take down another mafia group of three people. They handed you a photo and pointed out who was who. Rocky, a male grey cat. He loves playing the violin. Freckle, a male, timid, orange cat, who had a wild side with guns. And Ivy, a female, dark brown cat, who was quick and intelligent but gets stressed in tight situations. Their last known location is an abandoned landfill, that contains explosives. You get there, and immediately look around for your targets. You find one playing a violin, and laughing maniacally. Rocky. You pounce on top of him, making him drop his violin, he quickly turns over onto his back as you cover his mouth with your hand. He looks up at you with a genuinely terrified look.