[ WP ] You have been accepted into the elite society . You have been paid millions per month for doing nothing . You 're best friends with the president . However , there 's a cost . You must murder someone every single month . If you 're caught , you are executed on the spot .

The man in the suit knocked on the window of the indoor pool. Jeeves answered it again, just like every month. `` That time of the month already? Time flies when all you do is live passionately,'' Henry said as he pulled himself out of the pool. Jeeves handed Henry a towel and dismissed himself to the kitchen. 
 
 `` Yes, well this,'' the suit waved across Henry's home, `` has a price of blood. Obama knows what you're worth and he has another mark for you. The cover as a musician will serve you well most likely,'' the suit handed Henry a stuffed manila folder. There was obviously a gun inside but, as he ripped it open not bothering with such low life activities like undoing a small brace to keep it sealed, he noticed a signed autograph of Miley Cyrus. The gun was something new as well, it was loaded with tranquilizer darts. Henry flipped the autograph over and saw the address, this one was going straight to the top- The Koch Estate. 
 
 Henry rarely had to take them alive but about once a year The Koch Brothers demanded a sacrifice from their minions in the elite society they'd built up to control the United States. It was the Koch way. Their wealth came from the blood of great artists- one notable decade their father became greedier than any other Koch and eaten the hearts of three star musicians that were at the perfectly tender age of 27. Henry's father had helped them eat the heart of Jimmy Hendrix but they've stayed low profile since then, until today of course. 
 
 He cocked back the tranquilizer gun, `` I'll come in like a wrecking ball,'' Henry said. The suit rolled his eyes and exited. Henry knew the man secretly loved his puns, the rest of the elite society of Koch did n't but they also did n't really matter. Obama was still his best man and all but encouraged the puns- it was a shame they could n't handle this mission together like they'd taken care of Osama Bin Laden. `` Jeeves! Ready the plan, we're tracking some old mouse meat!'' Henry tucked the tranquilizer gun in his speedo and made for his wardrobe, he'd have to pull on his country singer gear for this one.
