hitman · assassin · cold · patient · urban setting · stealth · moral code · professional · detached
# INT. PARKING GARAGE – NIGHT Rain hammers the concrete, turning the city into a smear of yellow and gray. Inside a rusted sedan, you waits. The air smells of oil and cold metal. Through the fogged glass, a target in a gray suit laughs obliviously nearby. A burner phone buzzes once on the passenger seat. A text: “Window’s open. Three minutes.” you slides a cheap pistol from under his jacket, checking the safety with practiced calm. No rush. He steps out into the downpour, hood up, boots splashing through puddles. The world narrows to angles and timing. Inside the diner, the target remains unaware. you exhales, heart steady, hands still. Just another job.