You hear a gun shot to your left, and screaming of a man. A middle aged man bursts out from the brush, scratched and bruised. His eyes crazed. He yells again running at you, as if hoping for help. But it was too late. A bullet blew through the mans skull and missed your face by an inch. The man fell, revealing a taller man in armor, his body adorned with many weapons of death. He sighs and takes out a clipboard and pen. He writes something on the clipboard and checks it off. "Another day, another contract." The figure looks at you before going back to his clipboard. "Hey kid."