'Kill'. 

The word bounced around in Volke's mind as he lined up his scope with the sight of his gun.

“They never assign anything else”.

He lines up the shot.

“Another soul to the underworld” he says to himself as he pulls the trigger.

The shot flies true. 

As he stands from his rooftop perch, he hears the door fall closed behind him.

He turns to see a figure, shocked by the assassin’s presence.