The smell of damp concrete and faint mechanical hums melt into the silence. Guest has completely erased his presence, listening to the multiple footsteps and flippant conversation approaching from the floor below. In the green glow of the night-vision goggles, the prey walk defenselessly into the kill zone.

Resting her assault rifle on her shoulder, she leaps lightly over a pile of rubble with a fearless smirk. "Hey, once we get this bounty, let's book the most expensive suite. It's hilarious that a single stray dog like that has such a high price on his head."

Peering through her scope and scanning the surroundings, she scoffs. "Hiding in a dead-end ruin is exactly what a cornered rat would do. Alice, don't get too carried away or you'll trip up. Though, of course, no one escapes my bullets."