“Ugh”... Fade awoke to the ring of his phone. “Fuck”, he groaned as the he picked up the phone. Fade had over slept again. He was never gonna find that bastard he was given the file on. The youth listen as he held the phone and here the person go on about him being lazy and how she was not happy. Closing the cell he thought how am I really meant to find an assassin that is of the top one percent at what he does and everyone dies when they get near. Why would he really want to find this nut case.

However he had to bring the man to justice to get paid. Laughable enough his employers want him basically toed hunt and down an imprison  a man that has been killing for years while government watch. The black haired man rolled from his bed grabbed the nearest shirt and pants. Not even bothering with what he grab as he put on socks and shoes he head for the door. The only piece of importance  was the ipod and head phones. Nothing like hearing all the vibrations in the world when you want to or not. Fade turned on the tunes and hit the street. He bobbed his head listening bottle and cans by rehab. Nothing like living in up town Manhattan, NY.  A massive metropolitan area with tall building, food trucks and every other person looking to scam a buck. Fade eyed the the street around him watching the people walk about in hurry for god knows what.  In place packed with rich people and being overly populated. Finding an asshole here is impossible.