He can almost taste it - the knife sinking into flesh, drawing blood, staining his gloves, draining life out of the helpless victim as he helplessly chokes until death takes over.

Then he hears commotion behind him. Then he hears his name.

His head turns up and he turns back, knife still steady in its place, with a hint of annoyance in the line of his lips. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be alone.

He still has time to make this happen. If not, there will just have to be two targets instead of one.

"Stay out of this, buddy."