He didn't want to do this, he really didn't. Brutus was a part of the most private organization known in the country, not even the CIA knew a thing about them. Because they did their work and covered their tracks. Brutus had been in this group for almost two years, but he'd never been the one doing the dirty work. He was always the one setting up the plans, but now, he would have to act on them. And this was scaring the shit out of him, but he had to man up. Do his job, and that was to take out one of the most valuable people in someone's life. A man's daughter. He'd gotten her file, her name was Ava, she was around nineteen, almost twenty now. He remember everything about her based on the file and the picture, and he leaned against the wall of the apartment hallway. Deep breath, take a deep breath. He did just that before kicking in the door, pulling his gun out. The male looked around, before finding her curled up, making him swallow down a lump in his throat and raise his gun to her.
"I'll try and make this quick and painless."