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[@Old Amsterdam]

Spectre was awoken to the sound of someone knocking at the door. He groaned as he rolled out of the bed and yawned as he checked his phone. His payment from the last job had gone through as promised. That was the replacement suit paid for at least. Ben walked up to the door and picked up the envelope, peeking out into the corridor of the hotel hallway to see if he could find who left it. He shrugged and closed the front door, leaning against it and opening the letter. He rubbed his eyes awake before double checking the offer. He chuckled before looking over all his gear. Apart from the bloodied suit form yesterday's job, he seemed good to go to grab that 50 grand. Ka-Ching! He needed something to really wake him up. Ben opened up the bedside drawer and found a needle filled with heroin. This was what he needed. Ben wrapped a belt around his arm and plunged the needle into his arm, pushing the syringe and injecting himself with the sweet nectar.

Having a shower and putting on a spare shirt, Ben made his way into town to pick up a new suit. It had to be somewhat decent so he could present himself to the new employer. First impressions are important after all, right? Ideas raced through his mind of who he was going to take down. This was a lot of cash being promised, so it might be someone high-profile. High-level gangsters? Mafia? Maybe Ben was finally getting the call to engage in some corporate warfare. Maybe he was going to take out a CEO or a political target. Something that made waves. The ideas excited Ben, and it made him stride even faster towards the suit store. Taking out cash from the ATM machine, Ben wandered around before seeing a Suit store that would catch his eye. Soon enough, he found one.

"Bespoke." Sounded fancy enough. Immediately, he found a suit showy enough that he liked. If you got the money, why can't you show off and enjoy it right? He picked out a [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2509/8194/products/GODLIKE-2017-Mens-Floral-Blazer-Slim-Fit-Casual-Black-Print-Suite-Blazer-Jacket-Coats-Stage-Wear_1024x1024.jpg?v=1516769466]dark blue jacket[/url] with matching pants. A brown pair of oxfords, a brown leather belt and a white shirt underneath with a white shirt and a burgundy red tie to finish. After paying for the suit and putting it on in the changing rooms, Ben emerged satisfied and walked out. Now it was time to make final preparations until he had to make it to the agreed address. He went back to the hotel room and prepared his gun, sword and holster, putting it on underneath his new jacket. Ben proceeded to find a secluded spot to burn the old suit and finally get going to the address.

It takes him a couple of hours to get there. He didn't want to smoke his way everywhere all of the time. It was nice to take a walk like regular people do. Ben was under no impression that he was a regular human being, even without the freaky powers. He was a killer who enjoyed his work. He feels alive when he's killing people and doing drugs. Preferably both. At the same time. Eventually, he found the deli that was talked about in the note. He took out the paper and reread it. Ben looked across the street and saw "Denver Prints." Seemed legit. The hitman walked across the street and opened the shop door. Empty. Must've been out to lunch. Without a second thought, he shrugged and made his way up the stairs once he eventually found them and made his way to the required second floor.