The orange fur on Fox's hand was gripping tightly to the handle of the gun. His finger was on the trigger. Fox had a look showing no emotion, the kind of look that tells you that he has done this before. All the sudden, he smirks. Fox taught himself to always act quirky, so after the kill he would feel like less of the monster he was. He pulls the trigger, sending a bullet spinning down the guns barrel. Blood spills out of Mr. Markin's head as he lay dead on the ground. Seconds later, Fox casually walks away from the scene to go collect his bounty. This is Fox's job, to kill people for money. Fox goes to Jack's to claim his reward. "Hello Jack." Fox says with a cigarette in his mouth. "Great job Fox, I've been waiting 13 years for that son of a bitch to finally croak." Jack exclaimed. Jack hands Fox the money. "Hell yeah!" Fox yells as he puts the money in his pocket. As he is walking home, Fox sees something. "The hell?" As it comes into view, Fox realizes that it is a government vehicle. Great, someone called those guys, Fox thought. Fox notices an alleyway and takes it to get home. Then, Fox snuggles up in bed.