What an aim.

Agent Stone, a man of many faces, talents, and crimes against the state. A trained spy and assassin you’d been hunting with your partner Agent L. He’d slipped from your grasp every-time till today. With a knife you’d thrown now lodged in his eyes and blood dripping down his cheek you see him lick the blood.

He’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he reaches up and wipes the blood.

“Your aims gotten better.”