"This one dropped pretty easily."
In a dimly lit alley somewhere in Clown City, Smoke Pac stood over the lifeless body of a thug, a smug smile spreading across his face as he examined the big, neat hole in the man's chest. It was a clean punch, made with precision and care. Smoke Pac had always prided himself on his boxing expertise and it seemed that his fisting skills had not dulled in the least.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, his Rubik's System alerted him to an incoming notification. Smoke Pac raised an eyebrow as he accessed the Empire's Chart. He saw that the signatures of two of his Smokepires, Cindy and Kerren, had vanished from the chart.
"What the fuck?" Smoke Pac cursed to himself, his face contorting in anger and confusion. "Those bitches were supposed to be carrying out a hit for me. Who the hell could have taken them out?"
