At least he had the brains to apologize, Katsuro thought as he watched the man leave. He had just wanted to turn around and leave himself as he noticed something on the ground. A wallet. He picked it up and looked inside. No identification, no bankpas, moderate amount of money. Katsuro put it in his own pocket without thinking of going after the other man. He had other more important stuff to do. He still got to his destination on time. The house looked abandoned in a bad neighbourhood. On the way there he had picked up a suitcase. If it wasn't for the environment then he almost really looked like a businessman. Katsuro went inside. There was no need to check whether there was anybody there, there was none. Upstairs, by the window that was the ideal place. He placed down the suitcase and opened it. Inside where several parts, they were quickly assembled to a sniper rifle. He installed himself by the window. Now he only had to wait for his target to arrive. From this position they wouldn't even know from which direction the shot came, and once they figured it out he would be gone already. He didn't care much who his target was. If he had to assassinate him like this then it was likely that the situation was delicate. After several hours had passed, his target came into sight. A man accompanied by to lightly dressed women. Even though Katsuro had been in the same position for hours, his aim was swift and accurate. The bullet hit the mark perfectly and even before the women started to scream, he had already disassembled the rifle and was leaving already. Later he would get to hear that his target had been a member of his family that wanted to defect, but not to the police but to the other family. In addition to that he had given in to women and drugs. Usually such a person would get the honour to see the face of the one that would do him in, in addition to severe beatings of course. However in this case the higher ups wanted a swift more anonymous solution. It would look like a drug dealer had hired an assassin to get revenge for unpaid bills. And Katsuro never left any traces, so it wouldn't be tracked down to his family. He returned the suitcase without a speck of dust before meeting up with his subordinates to go for his usual rounds like always. Finally he could lit up a cigarette.