[A Rooftop - Overlooking the Alley]
Two figures crouched in the shadows, their breath misting in the cold air. They had watched everything.
The first man shifted his weight, his hand still gripping the hilt of his dagger, his knuckles white.
The second man stared down at the alley below—at the bodies scattered across the snow, at the limbless woman still shrieking weakly, at the blood-soaked figure walking away.
"We still moving?" the first man asked quietly.
Silence.
"I said, are we—"
"No."
The first man turned. "What?"
The second man stood slowly, his eyes still fixed on the alley. "I'm done. I'm dropping the contract."
"You're what?"
"You heard me." The second man turned and walked toward the edge of the roof. "I'm out."
The first man grabbed his arm. "You can't just walk away. We took the job. We gave our word."
The second man pulled his arm free. "Then you do it."
"What?"
"You think you can take him?" The second man gestured toward the alley. "After seeing that?"
