Vicente seemed to disregard her previous comment. "A marksman indeed," he replied, with another of those smiles that seemed to be laughing at her. "Then you should have no problem whatsoever, with this contract. An easy target with an easy goal. You may kill him in any manner you see fit. You can read the details for yourself." He nimbly plucked a sheet of paper from the short stack and handed it to her.
"You're going after a street vendor. Long story short, other street vendors nearby are complaining about the volume of his voice. One of them decided to ask us to deal with the problem. Granted, it's a little benign, but it shouldn't be terribly difficult, I think."