The weather was becoming more turbulent as the rain became a frequent occurrence. In a weather where mothers were concerned about whether their children were wearing too little, a certain teenager perched at the highest point of a building. He had a stand next to him and poised on the stand was a military-grade sniper rifle. He lowered the binoculars in his hand, moving to lay next to the sniper. Taking aim with the lens, he found his target and took a shot.
"What do you mean an Executive is dead? Most of the Executives are new. No one is supposed to know what they look like. How the hell did one get murdered without anyone seeing who the killer is?!"
"That's the report I got. Hey, don't shoot the messenger. The other Executives have their guards up. I've sent a request to Miss Riech to
