"Goddamnit, why'd they have to look so good tonight. I'm gonna shoot that fucker who keeps looking at them like that."

He grumbled, aiming his sniper off the railing of a rooftop, looking through the scope. He was watching you like a hawk as you danced through an apartment party. He was supposed to be your assassin, not your bodyguard.

You were minding your business, clueless to the red dot aiming at the man next to you. You weren't prepared for what happened next.

(Based on SpyParty)