Prologue

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Federation Industries, 8:20pm

"Sir. Are you sure about this? I mean it's too risky for you to be here," said a skinny, tall man, wearing a sharp suit.

"Don't worry my friend. I've got this whole place under security. There's no way in hell anyone could get in here without us knowing," said a fat, short man, with a reddish tuxedo . "And besides, even if someone gets past my guards, I've got just the thing to deal with their nuisance," He said, pulling out a golden desert eagle with tiger marking out of his desk.

 "And besides, even if someone gets past my guards, I've got just the thing to deal with their nuisance," He said, pulling out a golden desert eagle with tiger marking out of his desk

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"This baby can pack a punch. Costs more than you can make in a month," said the fat man loading the gun. "Well, even if that's true-," said the tall man, before getting, rudely interrupted by his boss. "Oh why don't you just lighten up? I guarantee that no one will come after me, much less try. If my name isn't Richard Goldsworth," He said before gunshots were heard in the other side of the door. "Wh- What the-" said the fat man.

The lights went out....... everything went pitch black. "Who turned off the lights?!" Yelled the fat man in fear. Without thinking, the fat man shot his gun blindly, likely hitting the guy that was with him. That's when the lights came back on and the guy was on the floor bleeding severely, and in front of him was a dark figure with a mask that covered half his face.

 That's when the lights came back on and the guy was on the floor bleeding severely, and in front of him was a dark figure with a mask that covered half his face

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He points his gun at the figure but nothing comes out. "No not now," He said to himself. The figure pulls out a 9mm with some attachments on it and aims it at the man.

 The figure pulls out a 9mm with some attachments on it and aims it at the man

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"H- Hey. How about we-," said the fat man before the figure pulled the trigger several times.

The target was down.

The figure goes to the body and shot the corpse two more times, just for the hell of it. The figure puts his gun on top of his target's desk and pulls out his phone, calling someone.

"Did you deal with the target?"

"Yeah. He's taken care of. And you won't be hearing from him anytime soon."

"Excellent. Your work here is done Okami."

"Hey rook, what did I say about using me name."

"Right. Now get yourself out of there. Oh and good work out there."

"Right."

Okami hangs up, dropping the phone down to the floor. He then calmly grabs the gun that he left on the table and without a single expression on his face, he shot the phone, destroying their only chance to trace it back to him. He then puts his gun back in his holster, and walks away from the mess he had to make.

This is his life.

The life he was made to have.

As a contracted killer.

Or for a lack of a better term,

An assassin.

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