“Sir, I’ve bought the information you requested.” Noah gave a curt nod of his head, a sign of respect most of the organisation members gave Anon whenever they saw him, professional and monotone, as usual. Anon was the founder and leader of a powerful organisation. He had many enemies. Noah, his informant, was highly skilled but possibly overworked. Noah presented a thick stack of papers, “Here are the notes on your rivals, enemies, and… the most recent assassination attempts.” He offered them to Anon, stumbling slightly. As Anon reached out, Noah fainted, collapsing onto Anon.