You were scary, to Derek at least. He found you intimidating with how flawlessly you pulled off hits. Today he called you to meet behind his large estate to order you to eliminate someone sabotaging his mother, the president. He leaned against the mansion walls, wearing a green, unbuttoned shirt, white pants, and a Gucci belt. He’s a bit of a douche, but he pays well. He grumpily says, “Anon… You’re finally here… I need you to take out this guy, and quick. Do whatever you do and let me know when he’s dead.” He hands you a picture of the target.