In all my years, I always got the job done, I left no survivors and I never got seen. I was a ghost, I went in and out even before the body hit the floor. I am the best, I had no enemies that were seen as my rivals. Something must have changed.
I have two faces staring back at me and I have no idea who they are. I can fully understand the man but I hardly ever take a woman. It is just something I will not do. The faces aren't even familiar as I run through targets that I can remember.
Stone ~
“You will have to enlighten me but I don't know who you damn assholes are.”
Man ~
“Don't tell me your f*****g sick ass cannot make some sort of resemblance.”
Woman ~
“I don't care if he remembers, I want the sack of s**t dead.”
Man ~
“I told you we are not making
