Rodney looked up from the note he was carrying. Before him was a vast field with rolling hills and crystal clear streams. Streams he knew would not stay clear for very long.

Then again, in his line of work, nothing ever did.

Giving the letter a brief glance, he read through it once more to confirm that this was the place his mysterious contractor had said his target would be and, judging from the description, it seemed to be. Crumpling up the small parchment, he cast it to the side and pulled out his pistol, his finger close to-but not on-the trigger. Striding forwards he made his way deeper into the field, passing row upon row of trees, before finally arriving at the one he was looking for. It was a tall thing, with just enough shade to make it worth sitting under, but not nearly trunk to make it worth falling asleep beside. 

Not that it mattered of course. 

It wasn't the foliage he was here for, but the girl.

Pulling out his pistol and drawing back the slide, he let it slam forward as he took aim at the side of her skull, using the tree he had propped himself up against as a brace.