What the hell.

You could only watch as the armed man in front of you fires off a few more shots. Making sure whoever it was that just tried to jump you in the alley behind your home was not going to get back up. No clear emotion on his face, he keeps the P2020 back into the holster on his waist. Gloved hand rising to wipe off the splatter of blood from his face. Coolly pushing his hair back up neatly before he turns to look at you. His voice was cold, but you could barely sense the concern behind his words.

“ Don’t worry. I was only hired to deal with that thug. I wasn't paid to deal with you.”