[ 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 .

Retirement was great but in this business no one brakes contracts. I sighed, if only Sam Rose had stayed in retirement just as I had. I put on my gloves and walked into the venue. His online itinerary ( which I hacked of course ) indicated that he was in his dressing room, to get there I would have to traverse all the security. It's difficult... but not for me. 
 
 `` Sir... sir please turn around you canno-'' Headshot, not bad R. I picked him up and moved into the electrical maintenance tunnels that ran under the stadium. I throw on his clothes, grabbed his key cards and began to move towards Rose. 
 
 I picked up my pace, eventually someone would notice the missing guard, sure it would probably takes days but I was n't taking any chances this evening. I looked at the door to Rose's dressing room and kicked it open. Bam, his personal bodyguard went down after taking three bullets. 
 
 `` On the ground,'' I said. It was clear that Rose did n't recognize me and so I put plan A into action. 
 
 `` All I want is ten million dollars, transfer the money and I'll leave.'' 
 
 `` How how will I ho how can I trust you.'' I chuckled, trust what a joke. 
 
 `` Listen buddy, its simple you're a billionaire, ten million dollars - that's nothing.'' I could see him thinking that police forces would be coming in any second and gun me down, so I shot him in the ankle. Hopefully that would increase the logic in his reasoning. 
 
 `` Fuck you, do you know who I am. I can pay anyone to kill you. Tell me huh bitch- what was that for?'' 
 
 `` You're taking too long. Transfer the money now and I'll leave but keep me waiting and... let's just say you wo n't know what hit you.'' He cried, maybe it was the weight of my words or maybe he was starting to feel the pain in his ankle, either way - he began to nod. 
 
 `` The blue coat, right side pocket.'' 
 
 `` Thanks.'' 
 
 Six bullets, ten million dollars, not too bad for a Monday.
