''Don Merci', a powerful kingpin that deals in all-things illegal has met his grim fate at exactly 22:48 with a headshot delivered by a .338 Lapua Magnum bullet on the 9th floor of a Las Vegas Casino. Possible weapons include but not limited to: Barret M98B, Blaser 93 Tactical or DSR-Precision GmbH DSR-1. You're in the news Zeth, these guys are good.'' 

''I don't care. They're still on my tail. It's been two days and they're not stopping, what should I do?''

''Well you can't just really go on a war with what's left of Merci's subordinates. As far as the public's concerned, the government doesn't know anything about us. The farthest they can go for us is keep playing dumb in the press conferences since they know they'll need you in the future. I suggest you lay low for a while since they'll just eventually scatter once they find out you don't exist anymore. Head east route 15, I'll send you some things you'll need, bro. Let me handle it.''

''Got it.''

Zeth smashed the radio and peeked outside the cheap motel window. When he confirmed that the pursuers were gone, going through a backdoor was easy. It was easy enough to just disappear without a word to the owner, makes for less memories and even lesser contact. He put on a hat, a loose shirt and a bag that hung by his hip. The streets were basically riddled with men that were stalking the area out. With a stride filled with risk and confidence, he got through easily. The goons didn't know his face, just that his hair was unexpectedly white and that ''the shooter will stand out with his hair'' so he was supposed to be an easy find.

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Without a brain to tell them specifically what, when and where to do it. The men that were after death were in shambles. Zeth headed east towards the road that his partner told him about. At the landmark sign, Route 15. A car was there waiting for him. A jet black Rolls-royce that seemed to call to him. When he got close enough, the backdoor automatically opened. He entered to be welcomed with cool air, a box of wafer cookies and filipino brand of Zest-o juice boxes by the dozen.

Zeth couldn't help but smirk a little in the wake of comfort. 

The screen above the stereo in the front seat suddenly turned on. ''Hey Zeth, I knew this hit was a hard one, specially with the distance and all so let me scratch your back for once. This car is automated and will drive you to my surprise destination without you needing to move a finger. I'll drive you there by remote and A.I. since I need some naps too. We'll be driving more than 24 hours straight so get comfy.''

Zeth retracted the seat behind him and relaxed.

''Rey.''

''What is it bro?''

''You're the best....'' Zeth dozed off to sleep. On the other side of the scree, Rey snickered. It was only a matter of time. Zeth had to be alert for more than a day and probably didn't get any actual rest. Despite all of his strengths and skills, Rey still thought of Zeth of nothing more than a kid.

'You're the softest killer I know, bro. Get some rest'