Purchase Rope

"Hey! We got a job for you!" A man yells, his form obscured by a shadow in a doorway. He throws a note onto the ground and it slides towards someone else, who of which is curled into a ball in the corner of the room. An older man, cold dead eyes, unkempt, wearing a dirty wifebeater with torn pants. "You gonna do it?"

"No choice, why give me an option." The unkempt man says, standing up, still situating himself in the corner of the room. His eyes are attracted to the note, reading the two names scrawled upon it. "Seth Alpheus Hunt," and "Nixon Driver." The unkempt man stares at the note for a moment before looking back at the man propped against his room's doorway. "Who are these guys?"

"We just want them dead, don't ask questions. You'll have Snake come with you, is that alright?"

"That's fine."

The unkempt man lets out a sigh, "Are these the guys who stole that Mafia's gold?"

Before the man in the doorway leaves, he stops midway before turning bac