[ WP ] You are a retired assassin . The only thing you want is to die . Keeping you from this is the fulfillment of your last contract : A celebrated performer paid you to kill him if he ever tried to make a `` comeback '' as an old man . After years in retirement , the performer announces a world tour .

I lined up the aging rocker in the sights of the scope. 
 
 *I'm too old for this shit. * 
 
 My hands were still steady although time told me otherwise. I breathed long, steady breaths before I clicked the call button on my earpiece. 
 
 The man on the scope reached deep into his pockets. Not recognizing the number he returned it from where it came. 
 
 *Really? You got ta be kidding me. * 
 
 I groaned and dialed again. Trying to focus the severity of the situation through the phone line. Still, it was to no avail. The man returned the phone to his pocket and continued to wait for his ride. 
 
 *Motherf-, if he does n't answer this time I'm shooting. * 
 
 Dial. 
 
 Finally his raspy, broken voice came over the line. 
 
 `` Who is this?'' 
 
 `` I think you know Mr Tyler.'' His face went pale as I watched him through my scope. `` You asked for this, years ago. Rather die a legend then become a relic. Just like you, I came out of retirement for one last gig.'' 
 
 His panic eyes began to race around, looking for me although I knew he would n't. `` Where are you?'' he ventilated into the earpiece. 
 
 `` Steady your breathin' lad. Otherwise people might think you've seen a ghost. You do n't want to seem the paranoid old man that you are.'' I smiled, though he could n't see. 
 
 `` I take back the deal! I take it back.'' 
 
 `` Ca n't do that lad, no refunds. I got payed so I got paid to cater the party, ca n't let the goods go to waste. A man's only as good as his word after all.'' 
 
 Tears began to stream his face. He was an animal panicked, knowing these were his last few moments on earth. 
 
 `` I'll pay you more! I'll pay you to back out.'' 
 
 My voice grew stern. `` Now that would be unprofessional lad. Would n't want that tarnish on me reputation. Are you ready for the last song?'' 
 
 `` No!'' He shouted into the phone. `` Please!'' 
 
 Sympathy struck me but I shooed it away and squeezed the trigger. The hiss of displaced air barely a whisper in the busy street. 
 
 `` Dream on, Mr Tyler.'' 
 
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