Every job starts the same.

A manilla envelope delivered in the mail.

A train ride to a city just south of Boston.

Waiting in a toll booth for a half hour.

Recieving a call from a 'mysterious' benefactor. 

And then a desk in a dimly lit room, a small light dangling just above the table. Barely illuminating the features of the man sitting across from Shin. 

Every time he thought he was outside of Shin's line of sight, every time he wasn't. Mysterious benefactors were always the same. Acting as though they're unique and gritty bastards with enough pull to hold themselves at higher rank than others. 

They didn't deserve the power they have, but they pay well. 

At the order of this particular mysterious benefactor, a bounty had been put on the head of a so called 'mudman wizard.' Yeah, if you've heard of anything sillier than a mudman wizard, I'd probably pay to hear it. This Mudman was some kind of scientific experiment, and a chunk of his flesh. . . Chunk of his mud might be useful for medical purposes. As Shin read over that last sentence he smiled beneath his mask, a soft crunching noise came from his face as the scabby growth scraped against the inside of his mask. "I mean. Yeah, a living thing of mud. That's gotta be like, that uh. That theraputic mud, except better. So good that it rejuvinates itself, or something. Right?"

The man across the table just nodded, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be hidden from view. With an embarassed cough he realized what he had done and quickly tried to cover his tracks. "Yes. Something along the lines of that. The company I work for will pay top dollar for a sample of that mud, and if it's successful you'll get a second payment."

"Second?" You could almost hear the sound of his eyebrows being raised.

The businessman nearly jumped, he had misspoken in the most dangerous way. "I meant third. Yes, third payment. The initial, the delivery payment, and possibly the successful business payment." 

Shin layed the packet on the desk between them, pushing himself up from his seat. "I expect my payments in my apartment, not outside of it. Not on the doorstep. I want it inside, behind my bed. I'll bring you that mud, so I expect you to keep your end of the deal." He grabbed his vest and pulled it from the back of the chair, pulling it over his shoulders and buttoning it up the middle. "Try any funny business and I come after you next, mister C-E-O." The letters escaped his mouth with a toxic tone. If words could kill, he would have already been dead. Sweat beaded on the head of the businessman, he didn't question it. He didn't need to question it. Shin was known for his incredible skill and connections, it was to be expected that he would be able to see him for who he is. 

"I'll be going now. Make sure it gets there on time." 

Fast forward a few days, and you have Shin sitting on the seat of a city bus. Reading a magazine about how to groom your birds without making them hate you. Shin likes birds, they live long lives if you take care of them.

The bus rode along its route, stopping dozens of times before Shin got off at the last stop. An unmarked stop, it lead into a small alleyway where he and two other men got off. The other men went off into different directions, unaware of the final stop's true purpose.

The assassin marched down the alleyway, placed his hand on the end of the wall. "I need a bit of transport. I'm on another hunt." A dim blue light enveloped him, and his body was raised a few inches off the ground. There he levitated for a few scarce moments before vanishing into thin air. 

Shin's mode of transport was a simple low energy portal, allowing him to travel along the laylines of the earth and even sling off to other planets if need be. He bought it off some weirdo 'wizard' who had no other method of paying him for the job. 

The flash ended, and Shin was now standing on the platform of a train. The sign said: "Infinity Express."

I mean, it actually said it. Speaking electronic signs always fuck Shin up, when you read something and another voice says it out loud. 

With his magazine still in hand, Shin sat down on a nearby bench. Waiting for the rattle of the train to hit him. When the ground starts shaking, the fun will begin.