On one of the countless rooftops in Manehatten, lit only by the neon signs of the city, one bang was heard, one bullet, one corpse. So ends the life of a fox, with a bullet between the eyes.

"Heh, just because I can't make it look like an accident, it does not mean a bullet between your eyes is out. Tis a shame the pay has to be cut though." After a moment of contemplation and a few cigarettes, a smile crept onto her lips. "No time to cry over spilled blood," she said as she begin to pack up her rifle and the assassin disappeared into the crowds below.