"Do I have a plan? No, I was just going to sit around and hope my target dies of old age." Marco chomps away for a moment, dropping pizza crumbs all over the couch. Enjoy the pizza, Arthur; the shop wasn't going to stay open for much longer with this water shortage going on. He's continuing Arthur's lead of not making a big deal about this. All in a day's work, right? The rest of the slice disappears into Marco's face.

"Dude gets off his guard shift. Dude goes to bar. Dude has a few drinks. Dude stumbles home." Each step was ticked off on a greasy finger, the result of tailing his target for a few days and figuring this out. "Somewhere between bar and home, he usually pops off his helmet, since who the hell sits at a bar with their helmet on, anyway. One night, he encounters a lost delivery boy wandering around. Drunk and unsuspecting, dude offers the kid help, except the kid is secretly an assassin sent to take him out and blows off his head with a gun he had to borrow from his friend because said kid doesn't have his own. Said friend also happens to be hanging around the corner as backup in case something goes horribly wrong, and then shows up to grab the gun so the kid isn't caught with it and cooly walk away while said kid posts a video of the dead body onto the internet and pretends to be horrified at finding a corpse in order to declare his own innocence for a clean getaway."

Yep, totally not a big deal.

"Good story?"