Mercenary

He kept looking back, shooting, when suddenly a figure appeared in front and a muffled shot was heard. The stalker fell, pressing the wound on his side. His pursuers surrounded him.
The person who shot him walked up to him and pointed the gun.
Why? Owl croaked.
Nothing personal. We get paid for this said the voice from behind the mask.
Another shot followed in response. Control shot. And then, 10 minutes later, you sat with the group by the fire and warmed yourself while Max (let’s imagine that’s the mercenary’s name) looked at you out of the corner of his eye, and although this is not visible because of the mask