HITMAN

You step into the wooden shack of what they call a bar. The stench of regurgetation and rancid smells fill your nostrils, you grimace slightly, then subside the torturous moments and decide it's best to adapt to this enviroment, you're not going to get rid of it soon no matter what.


You walk with style toward the barman, as he furrows his brow, smoothing it slowly with his index finger, you manage to glimpse a ring on his wedding finger. There's always a possibility he won't be needing his wife anymore, always a possibility. Do you ask this scrounging man if he wants something done, or search around for more certain kinds of people who you believe could surely need a hand with some 'business?'