The hood was pulled off his head, leaving him blinking, blood smeared across the bruised cut under his ear.
The figures standing before him were masked, but he could tell which one was the leader, and that he was furious.
Much yelling in an unfamiliar language followed, with some pointing between his bruised face and a picture of a guy who, admittedly, vaguely resembled him.
When the gun emerged, he hoped for a quick death.
Luckily enough, the guy who vaguely resembled him was able to complete his mission because of this mix-up, and he quickly repaid debts when incured.
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