The air is thick with smoke and blood as I clean my pistol, my red mask hiding all of my features giving me an intimidating aura; for no one can see what I'm thinking, and no one shall be able to tell what emotion plays across my face. Something that is needed in my line of work.

You can't be weak as a bounty hunter for them, after all...

I follow orders, that is all, if I'm asked to kill I kill, if they ask me to disembowel myself I will do as said. No point in fighting against it anyways, what would be the point in this god forsaken world.

My eyes through the slits in the mask gleam gold when I see some movement in the shadows, and I stand up off of the corpse I had been sitting on, it was the only comfortable spot could you blame me? Gaze narrowing in on the figure, I lift my gun up and point it at them. "Reveal yourself."

The tone in my voice commands obedience, something I've learned after many years of being under The Syndicate's thumb. Now as I wait for the stranger to come out of hiding, I wonder if they'll have to be eliminated or not.