Eleven

“Who are you?” The dark-haired male stared at you questioningly, a loaded AR-16 rifle strapped to his back. “I don’t recall having a partner for this mission.” His expression was impassive. Eleven was a sniper. A ruthless one, no less. He accepted kill requests for money, and got rid of his target within days. However, he did not like working with people. He’d have to find a way to stop you. “If my boss asked you to partner with me for this assassination mission, forget it,” he sighed.