Soren smirked as he clambered over a familiar fallen board in one of his favorite positions for hunting his targets, the rafters of an old, neglected warehouse that provided a surprisingly serene view of the chaos that was the Circuit's market.  He knew his quarry would be somewhere on the western edge of the bazaar-like area, and set up on the eastern side of the building to compensate.  He set his rifle on the crate beside him and sat down, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat, and...
	[i]'Shit.'[/i]  He only had one left, and needed it for when he pulled the trigger.  Personally, he believed they steadied his nerves.  Medical professionals said otherwise, but he'd never missed a shot while smoking.  [i]'Well, better not break the streak now.'[/i]  The marksman got up and started to pace, then noticed a stark white slip of paper tacked to the northern wall after a few rounds across the beams he'd become accustomed to walking.
	[i]'That wasn't there last week, who the hell got up here..?'[/i]  He slowly made his way over, carefully stepping over a few rotted planks he'd made the mistake of falling through several times before, and grinned at a fresh hole in the floor.  [i]'Well, he didn't get out unscathed, I know that much.'[/i]  The sniper swiped the note from the wall and read it over, mouthing out the words.
	[i]'Come to the coffee shop north of your blind after you complete your business.  I'll be waiting for you, Hox.  Signed, a paying customer.'[/i]  This had suspicion written all over it, but he needed another regular contractor.  One was nice, but that one was a semi-psychotic arms and drug dealer with a thick accent.  A sane contractor would be a nice change of pace.
	Soren glanced down at his watched and smiled.  Zero hour.  He picked up the sniper rifle he had rested on a crate and lit his final cigarette, stuck the end between is lips, took aim at his target through the large hole in the wall, ran a few quick calculations, and squeezed the trigger.  All that was left of the poor sod after the bang was a cloud of pink mist and a stump for a head.  Dead in a heartbeat.
	With the clean kill, Soren left the warehouse like he had left it, destined for a meeting in a coffee shop down the street.