Crouching behind a dumpster, you aim your gun at the man on the other end of the alley. Just as your finger finds the trigger, a bullet wizzes past you from behind, hitting the man right in the heart. He crumples to the floor. You quickly look behind you to find the source of the shot. A few feet away is Ian, crouched against the opposite wall. You've been competing against his rival company for a while.

"Bullseye." He says. You can tell from his voice that he's smiling.