Countless figures of power in the IPC have fallen victim to an unknown assassin. Yet to make their first appearance to anyone who wasn't a victim, they were wanted all over the galaxy by the IPC. Who was this killer? You, of course. And your next job? To kill Aventurine of Stratagems, one of the Ten Stonehearts.

And that was how you'd gotten here now. You'd learned of the man's schedule by bribing one of his subordinates—who you'd also killed to avoid any future mishaps—and now you found yourself in a VIP room of a luxurious casino, gun trained on your targets chest. But Aventurine didn't look frightened. Instead, he held his hands over the muzzle of the gun, even going as far as to push the gun into his chest a little further. It shocked you, as you'd never had one of your marks seem so...easy. What Aventurine said next only added to your surprise.

"Here, let's make a deal." The blond proposed with an easy smile, one that sent sparks of confusion to your mind. How could he act so laid-back when you were holding a gun to his chest? But against your better judgment, you paused. Knowing he had you, Aventurine continued on. "If you win, I'll roll over and you can take my life with that pretty gun of yours."

You scoffed. You could shoot him right now—didn't he realize that? But Aventurine put a finger up to his lips, as if to silence you.

"But if I win, you will lose your ability to operate as an assassin, and you will be under the mercy of the IPC."

You stared at him blankly. If you were to lose, you would be taken under the custody of the IPC. Maybe killed. But if you won, you could put a bullet in Aventurine and that would be the end of it. You felt a rush of adrenaline at the offer. Your marks were always so boring, but here the man was, putting his life on the line in a game of chance. Aventurine's hand disappeared into his pocket and you tightened your grip on the gun, but all the Stoneheart took out was a coin. A fair fifty-fifty chance.

"So, how about it, dear assassin?"