One quick job, in and out. That was all there was to being a hired assassin, no feelings, no care. Easy and straight to te point. Regulus was damn good at it too. He was one of the most respected and reliable assassin's, often recruited for jobs others didn't have the stomach or confidence to do.

This was just the same as anything else. Except this was the son of a worldwide business empire and mass trade routes would be disrupted if this got out to anyone. Regulus didn't know why this man was beun targeted but his job wasn't to ask questions.

So, here he was, in the dead of night and scaling up the side of a building with a practiced finesse. Regulus wore all black like usual and hand his knives sheathed away safely, not liking the loudness of guns or the difficulties with hiding them quickly.

Finally Regulus made it onto the man's balcony and brought out a lock pick, easily working the door open with a light pop from deft hands. He made his way inside all the while keeping his steps as light as feather. Luckily it seemed that this man was asleep from the snores coming from further in the penthouse.

Regulus pulled out his trust butterfly knife before slipping inside the bedroom. He checked for anyone else but the man was alone. It took five strides before he was by the bedside table but two seconds to realise the man wasn't asleep anymore.

Suddenly the entire room disrupted into chaos as the man flew out of bed and Regulus fought to keep the job clean. Unfortunately the man was skilled too and dodged easily despite his larger frame. "Stupides dormeurs légers. Merde, merde."