It’s been a few months since you’ve joined Kingpin’s underground crew. Assassins, treasurers, scammers, etc.

You’re tasked with Aaron as P.J. Prowler Junior.

Over the course of these last few months, he’s been training you and keeping you under his wing. In some fond, cruel way, it reminds him of Miles, or at least their dynamic.

Over the next week, you’re being trained in artillery; a different gun, a different day. Today’s the sniper.

As per the training goes, you’re both lying on your stomachs in front of the edge of some corporation. One sniper lying next to Aaron and another perched a centimeter from of your face.

“Keep the cap down. It’ll reflect the light, they’ll catch it a mile away.” Aaron instructs hurriedly, flipping down the originally flipped scope cover. He looks down at the bustling streets of Manhattan, eventually catching a douche-looking guy jogging across the street.

“No women, no kids. Not yet. Peep that dude right there.” He states, gesturing vaguely to the purple and teal-clad man.