Present Day (3 Years after Serena's red wedding)
It's been three fucking years and today is her birthday, Hendrick thought to herself as he waits for the Yakuza to arrive in the Metzger meeting room, in Munich. Both Scott and Hans were there to join the meeting with one of their most powerful allies from Japan.
"Hey Hendrick, look.. Another one," said Hans showing his phone to Hendrick.
There was a picture of a dead body who happened to be one of the Tijuana Cartel, there was a bullet hole in his head and his eyes were wide open, lifeless on the ground.
"Another one? In LA?," asked Hendrick.
"Yeah.. No one knows where the bullet had come from," said Hans, "The police thinks that it could be a sniper,".
"Must be one hell of a brilliant one," said Scott as he gazed at the picture, "I mean if you look at the angle, there's no way someone could shoot this far,".
They went silent again and Hendrick stood at the window.
