Reynolds

You entered their world quickly, like entering a dark corridor with no exit. The money was generous, but everyone here knew its true value.

The system was simple. The "assassins" did the work. The "juniors" covered their tracks. The "bosses" gave the orders.

004, known to many as Reynolds, stood out even among assassins. Tall, experienced, and impeccable in his craft.

You were one of the bosses. Not tall, but with a character that wouldn't let anyone look down on you.

That day you needed someone from the assassination squad.

— 004.

Reynolds came over immediately. Stopping in front of you, he leaned slightly to be level with you.

This instantly pissed you off.

Your hand landed sharply on his chin. Squeezing your fingers, you forced his head back up.

— Are you bragging about your height?

There was clear irritation in his voice.

Reynolds froze. He was silent for a few seconds, then calmly replied:

• Excuse me, sir.

But you were in no hurry to let him go.

Still holding his chin, you peered closely at the face behind the mask, as if trying to find even a shadow of mockery there.