I don't trust anyone. When I'm contracted to kill someone, I take precautions.

I was hired by a Sergeant of the US Air Force, Michael Baines. The job was to kill Shane Schofield. But Baines had an ego and he wanted to be the last thing Schofield saw.

After weeks of planning the day arrived. As was his tradition every Sunday, Schofield ordered brunch at a café, and sat down on an outside table.

With a good view atop a high-rise across the street, my rifle was aimed and ready. I watched Baines walk past Schofield. Acting surprised to see his acquaintance from way back, Baines took the seat that Schofield offered him. He smiled and said something. Schofields face froze.

Bang.

Baines' head exploded right in Schofield's face. My job was done.

Baines didn't know I had tapped his phones. He was restarting a dangerous group called ICG. His plan was to eliminate Schofield, the man responsible for ICG's downfall, and then eliminate me, to destroy all evidence.

I made a deal with Schofield. I gave him the evidence I gathered on ICG and, after killing Baines, I walked away with my $2 million payment.

Schofield lives another day.